Killed By Stars: Black World


Black World

I feel sick in my head
And weak in my bones
I need some new air
To breath thru this noice
I need to conceive
I need a conclution
I have to break free
From all these illusions

I tied myself to this big black world
Hang around in a tree that burns
I push my fingers into the earth

Can you take me for an hour
Will you hold me for an lifetime now
All these thoughts are turning useless
Can´t control the way i feel inside
The pressure is rising getting nervous
Heart is beating like a mean machine
All these thoughts ´bout getting useless
Can´t control the way i feel inside

We all feel safe in the unsafe