Parachute Songtext
von Connifer

Like a parachute bag full of stones
I′m dragging myself down to a cold of hell
There's no sparkling sound but the unrest
Of a screaming mind, I can′t escape it

Until everything's done
Until everything's done
Until everyone′s gone
And had their opinion heard


Like a royal painting hung up on the wall
I don′t represent me, no not at all
Wouldn't even know how to draw those lines
Could you paint a monster one of my kind

Until everything′s done
Until everything's done
Until everyone′s gone
And had their opinions heard
Heard
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa