IRC-Galleria

So grab this statement
And read between the lines
I'm walking on an edge
That's how I stay alive
I need a fix now
The pills I have to take
It helps me live a lie
and blinds all my mistakes

before I die
I will have seen it all
the mountains I have climbed
help me enjoy the fall

Oh the webs you weave
We are caught in the fame
the passion's dead
the life you've lead
has drown in your shame

oh the webs I weave
I am caught in this game
my passion's dead
the life I've lead
has drowned me in vain

so paint my portrait
the colours of my life
and the untold stories are painted in black and white
i can hear the footsteps
that follow to my pulse
this paranoia has haunted me like a ghost