Steril

Overgod

Steril


It's something wrong inside dimensional uncivilized 
to search for attitudes being absolute 
to search for enemies in your space without a room 
totally disguised afraid of your might 
Building up a sanity you're unable to criticize 
stand up and fight - wake up inside 

I know you - you don't have to criticize 
I want you - just to make me feel advised 
Do you think this is a master slave affair 
I tell you - 'bout what kind of stuff you'd care 

Somehow - you should be my overgod 

Tornadoes in your mind there's no chance to regenerate 
I didn't get a chance - you would have made a joke 
Who's picked out to stay or go and its on me to disappear 
a new face in a life lapped of its nose 
You have covered all your tracks I close my eyes I see your face 
my fingers they are weak things just fall away 

A fearless poverty will force a new community 
inside a light is burning still I never give up 
Something I could never have will brak down every sanity 
I could regret the pain in me it won't let me down 

You can feel me inside I'm not afraid of your might