Besedila: Danse Macabre. Totentanz. Decline Of Romanticism.

Decline of Romantiticism

Where will be the border?
And who will draw your line?
In your life there is no order
You just lost track of time

This is your direction
You will never have satisfaction

Intentions, although they were noble
Dreams however, could not be shared
The only choice left
Is to turn away...

Will you ever have enough?

How to explain
It is purity I seek?

In a life with no emotion?

But one has to realise
I need to hang on to a dream

With no emotion

Is this your direction?
You will never have satisfaction
Will you never ever have enough
In a life
With no emotion
- So much for this love
With no emotion
- So much for this love

How will you get further?
For you there is no way,

Is this the way
You want to die tonight?

Our feelings and words
Never meant the same

Where will be your border?
And who will draw your line?
In your life there is no order
You just lost track of time

Time, never was on my side
How to explain
It is purity I seek?

Is this the way you want to die?