Lyrics: Your sweet insanity is whispering in my ears And you speak of honesty by lying to yourself So tell me, do you know any more good stories? Which role should I play? And I can be the least of all of your worries How often can you say Believe me, I’m so sorry But the truth is, I’m not a part of your story My world is incomplete And you’ve been filling in the gaps with lies And we’re all just characters You’ve written between the lines So tell me, do you know any more good stories? Which role should I play? And I can be the least of all of your worries How often can you say Believe me, I’m so sorry But the truth is, I’m not a part of your fucking story My world is incomplete Where I’ve fallen at your feet My world is incomplete While you get back on your feet Hanging from this framework of good stories And making your own moral categories However, the wreckage that you leave I’ve proven to myself that I am very naive I just didn’t wanna know The large gift of your narrative skill More than anything I get to know I get to know that words can kill Hanging from this framework of good stories Of double meanings and parallel worlds Against a wall where souls are hurled My world is incomplete, how often can you say Believe me, I’m so sorry But the truth is, I’m not a part of your story My world is incomplete Where I’ve fallen at your feet My world is incomplete While you get back on your feet
- 20 Dez
