The Failure Songtext
von Dark Millennium

So afraid, so away, so distant
Loving, punishment
So gone, so close to off
So denied, so alive
I shoot myself, rule myself
Get down with my purest hate
Practice murder unafraid, fail
In the deepest hole
It′s still longing for more
But released from me


I'll get higher without you
A look inside, a look to find
Something true, something you
And maybe this is home at last
And maybe this poor soul is all there is
And maybe all I need is the certainty
That you are far from me
I shoot myself, rule myself
Get down with my purest hate
Practice murder unafraid, fail