Cesare said «it’s no joy to be undead, walking around in clothes that don’t fit»
shadows painted on a wall and I’m the biggest fool of all /
giving everything for a taste of eternity
Cesare said «there’s a cabinet for my bed; the shame of my desire holds the key» secret lives, butcher knives; a word of warning to the wise:
beware of what you wish for if what you wish is me
I feel nothing; call me cold
in a trance I’m dancing on your grave
Killing time; memory unwind
I sleepwalk through the darkness and the day
dream revenge without an end; go to hell and back again nothing
ever changes and nothing stays the same
I feel nothing; locked away
in a trance I’m dancing on your grave
If I could get to the other side and stay there I’d be fine
I feel nothing; call me cold…
I feel nothing; locked away…