Crazy
Lyrics:Bosson, Music: Bosson
Chorus:
Is it love, is it love that I feel
Is this the love people talk about
Is it love, is it love that I feel
Is this the love that we used to dream about
Is it love...
I'm standing alone, in a bright cold December night
I'm counting the stars, while I wait, here for you my lady
They say we're meant for each other
That it's too good to be true
I take a little time to discover
My body's aching for you
Chorus
I'm starting to walk, heading home, is it over now
Then you're calling my name
Goliaths Disarm Their Davids
Bible arm on social hell
Spins its downward spiral
With each year of unprogression
A fine of failure is added
Closer than ever to the edge
A feat in resident martyrs
Strong objects track my body,
My body down
Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light...
Between a labrynth of errors
And the key to the suicide era
Digging through the graves of giants
Words fly to me
A lonely road, like a promise
Failing miserably
Running through like an alphabet of hate
To shake the entire organism closer than ever,
Ever to the edge
Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light...
Between a labrynth of errors
And the key to the suicide era
I kill for the code to disarm this mess
Of psychotic chaos that once I mixed up myself
Disarm