So it looks like we're at that point again
where I don't know where to start and where to stop
and I can't decide if it's good or bad or just one of my stupid ideas
that will lead to disappointment.
I always think I have the right answers but I don't.
I can analyse and predict what the fuck I want.
I can have the highest expectations just to lower them
again and again and again and again and again.
Until I reach that one point when I realize the truth,
the truth which is the most beautiful lie I always tell to myself.
And then there is disappointment
and the thoughts about how much time I wasted
and the loss of my self-confidence.
I want to pack my bag and leave all of this behind me.
I want to lie in my little black hole.
I want to take every word I ever said
and put it back into my mouth just to swallow them all at once.
Thinking back I never did anything of this.
I never stopped doing what I like.
I always made this for fun and I always will.
But now it's really hard to get back on track.
And when I thought that all my misery has come to an end
the next bottle of glass smashed into pieces.
I stepped into the shards and waited for the blood
but I didn't feel anything, no pain or whatsoever.
I always step on so many things.
Callus has formed at the sole of my own two feet but
I still stumble over them.
Once you have broken something you can't break it again.
I'm not sure whether I am really broken or just got used to those things.
Is it really possible to shut down your emotions completely?
Is it good or bad and am I save or in danger from humanity?
Will I ever count as the feeling and caring husband again?
As long as I believe, I can get out of this grief.
I won't be dejected again. Get me out of here!
FUCK
Terrifiant, ravageur, l'album vous en met plein la g... pendant plus d'1 heure. A ce titre, il est sans doute un peu trop long, et difficilement assimilable. Néanmoins, cela reste un très bon album sur le plan musical - mais j'avoue écouter très peu de tech-death... baudelagon