Spring 100 Songtext
von Blue Bendy

So long
Theatre three where everything nice flops
Plays a chimerian comedy
She′s gone
And I weep openly at empty life
We accept the absurd we deserve
Although

When did playing God become so unnatural and vile?
Unlike any other guy

The blooming wind of warm cologne in the night
Despair
For the foreign silver
And throws it in the air
There is the severed bed

And now it's done


Peace run
So sure fork out your torch
If the mocks and the case and the cocks have won
What sadistic symmetry when tradition is lost
And my love is gone

A slow
Has destroyed, expired
Been it before, I don′t wait, why would I when I know
And for the saints, oh shoot him
The wait's mine, takes time, the wake's won
Gone, gone, gone

I′m fine

Unlike any other guy
The blooming wind of warm cologne in the night
Despair
For the foreign silver
Really even cares
And my flowers turn to badge that I can′t unmiss