Treasure Island

Angel of Death

(07.05.93 / Cloppenburg)

This World


It's so cold up here
So damn cold
The people
They`re not looking at me
I'm just a face in the crowd

Dust everywhere
The night so dark
There is no moon

So much fear
So much pain
In this cold world
And no one's looking at me
I'm all alone

People are just caring for themself
They don't look at each other
They don't help each other
They don't care for each other

They all stand together in this crowd
But each one there is
Alone

Submitted: Thursday, January 15, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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