Diary of Dreams - (ver)Gift(et) lyrics
[Diary of Dreams - verGiftet lyrics]
Das Gift des Messias rainbow's End
The new Messiah
Das Gift wartet auf uns am anderen Ende des
Regenbogen
Thankful as I stumble into future
I fall asleep in this god-given Gift
Kind of weird your absolution
Father, make them go!
Your hand touches my face
As if it glides through water
A kiss on lifeless flesh
You should have practiced what you preach!
First you asked for darkness
And now you want the sun
It's been so long since someone cared
A hostage just to have a friend
How thoughtful and how kind
Drown my head in water slice me into halves
You really think I'd care?
Legenden werden geboren und in kleinen
Gepolsterten Zimmern aufbewahrt
Einsam lernst Du das zu lieben was Du nie
Beruhren wirst
It is rather indefinable whether a
Dream can response to reality
Or if it is possibly more
Likely that the knowledge
Of the existence of our subconscious being
Which sincerely rejects what is
Not in our definate (range of) acceptance
Can survive much longer
However our decision may turn out
The magic of it's inspirative influence
Issurely the best proof
To what research has made me accept
Metablic, schizoid indeed
S-care-ful-d we may tremble
Towards our future
But still always being aware of
Nothing else more anxiously
But of our dreams
The new Messiah
Das Gift wartet auf uns am anderen Ende des
Regenbogen
Thankful as I stumble into future
I fall asleep in this god-given Gift
Kind of weird your absolution
Father, make them go!
Your hand touches my face
As if it glides through water
A kiss on lifeless flesh
You should have practiced what you preach!
First you asked for darkness
And now you want the sun
It's been so long since someone cared
A hostage just to have a friend
How thoughtful and how kind
Drown my head in water slice me into halves
You really think I'd care?
Legenden werden geboren und in kleinen
Gepolsterten Zimmern aufbewahrt
Einsam lernst Du das zu lieben was Du nie
Beruhren wirst
It is rather indefinable whether a
Dream can response to reality
Or if it is possibly more
Likely that the knowledge
Of the existence of our subconscious being
Which sincerely rejects what is
Not in our definate (range of) acceptance
Can survive much longer
However our decision may turn out
The magic of it's inspirative influence
Issurely the best proof
To what research has made me accept
Metablic, schizoid indeed
S-care-ful-d we may tremble
Towards our future
But still always being aware of
Nothing else more anxiously
But of our dreams