Es ist dunkel
und draußen kein Licht
mein Herz, Baby
kommt zu dir
They said - You live once.
But you die twice.
First time was when you saw her eyes.
Love is murder. But a quiet one.
Love is murder without knife and gun.
Love is a murder, but I still live for love.
I am a self killer with my loving one.
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We are livin' in simulation.
We are taking stimulation. Just to go on. Just to don't fall...from the track.
We are livin' in simulation. With a lot of turbulation...of a fake reality from my fake personality.
We are lost.
On the cost
Of a desert island...in the promised land