Dispatch
Now for the freakshowdown, an hollow end
Came to see me break down for what it´s worth
Now for the last words we never said, I´m losing my voice in this fearful fight

and I hope to shape this into a better life
To feel again, this dreadful pain is wrong
yeah I hope, I wrote down the last lines of this life
Could be wrong, But I guess it´s worth a try

I see it for the first time, (sick mind comes clean) Feel torn by the mess
Come and break me down now for what it´s worth
Manufactured good times, but I feel like home
Feel destined for that hysteric last way out

I´m living by your rules
(I´d write a thousand pages)
To be free
You where to strong for me

With moral indecision & pure desperation
I wrote an end to a nightfall imagination
I felt the season change the lives of the unwanted
The leaves scattered as my smiling eyes started to bleed in confirmation
This was the end
Maybe not the disregard of thousend bleeding memories
Cause this story seems to fade Too beautiful to be true

Too beautiful to be true