the mood - anorak.

Walking down the roads

No eyes on me

Trying to focus somebody

But nobody is able to recognize me

Cause nobody sees me

Pluralizing and Individualizing takes places

And it’s not a superpower anymore to be invisible

The doorbell is ringing

Mail-Garbage Man again

The clock ticks loud

In the kitchen

-interlude-

Or is it just the ticking

Of bullet-casings on TV

How far away they are

How happy could I be

How far away they are

How happy… could I be

One red drop to forget everything

A little step to be back again

One red drop just to feel something

One red drop just to feel

-Interlude-

All these spoken words

Living visions in my head

How can I realize

And will I ever forget?

When I’m walking down the roads

Their looks dagger at me

How can they condemn

When they haven’t even seen?

Sittin' front of my glass

Just to stun myself

Just to feel anything

Maybe to feel nothing

Sittin' front of my glass

Just to stun myself

Just to feel anything

Maybe to feel nothing