Beyond Truth – A Colour Cold Black – letras

Intoxicated worldShifting by the neon lightDon’t look to the groundCrying out our madness face to faceIs it fact or fiction-game or gustRoaring in our earsRoaring through whatever countsWhich always hurtsNever knew but dark to usWe dream on-informations overcomeIs it squandermania?If reality not equals truthGo on-call me a liarIn and out-beyond truthHigh so high-in stinking bloomIn toxication ofYour spirit and your body drunken spineAmorph metamorphosisAdrenaline agony in veinI light another cigaretteSucking out what it’s gotta give meThat screen runs my brainThat crying last night felt like bleeding or pukingDeep inside i feel i’ve got to hold on to somethingIf reality not equals truthGo on-call me a liarIn and out-beyond truthHigh so high-in stinking bloom