Teststrecke

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we put it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful. it was always just red. And thats the reason i am not Afraid of werewolfes, vampires or all the other monsters, they made up in stories. I see human beings do terible things to other human beings, not every day but often. So: who are the real monsters?

All I do is keep my head up, But it's hard to keep the pace...
Like I'm haunted by the voices deep within
Oh, they're just never gonna fade, Not gonna fade...
I'm always on the run, run, run, run
Close, but never done, done, done, done
I can't break out when I'm free, Lost in my own identity
I'm on the run, run, run, run...