you're a drowning star
show me a sign
welcome to my lies
running up the stairs
i belong to entertainment
all my hollow life
is a empty suicide
its my reflex complicated
nobody would like to see
my true reality show
come drugs
come girls
come extreme thrill
no privacy, no palace
no galaxy, no guarantee
tonight i can't be mine
i am the primetime
show me a sign
difficult reflections in this frequencies
false romantic revelation stages
hoping for something
on the fuc*ing back stage
my life is cold like a siberian morning
my hands are growing and deforming
help me...
i prove the prime time
this killing myself inside
you're a drowning star
show me a sign
tonight i cant be mine
help im drowning into the sickness
there is no point of return
just take a look over my shoulder
