From: Stephan [email protected]
MASADA COMPLEX (S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Sцrup)
Just like a small explosion when he hits the balls to break
All his hopes of private glory lying on this frame
Some balls
He feels so secure — the winning smile is on his face
But it starts to fade away with every shot I make
Deep inside of me a certain feeling starts to grow
Grinning shapes get on my face
My perfect mask turns black to blue
Believe in friendly perjuries, who cares about the compliment’s malice ?
I might feel superior, but there’s a voice, a fear I’ll fail it raises
Anytime they seem to laugh behind my back
And there’s a voice, a fear I’ll fail, it raises anyway
You wanted to meet a friend, to play a bit, to have some fun
I play to win, to satisfy my personal desire
Perpetual invasion of destructive thoughts
Ambiguous words will fix attention
They make me revise — make me analyse — realize
While visions confuse your weakening reason
Though I’m sure to win I long to expect the worst
When everyone’s laughing behind my back
And there’s a voice, a fear I’ll fail it raises anyway