Eluding the Focus Songtext
von Dioramic

Complexity is not dead yet
And we are not afraid
Of being fed with your hate
It′s not too late
For the remedy to our tragedy

A room without doors
A room without windows
But full of shadows
These shadows feel lost
These shadows revolve around
Their worth is just ignored
Less than never touched
But more than never felt

Sweet sorrows
Beautiful, beloved
Ugly, obnoxious


These dreams belong to us
And you are lucky
And you are glad
And all these things have made me

Complexity is not dead yet
And we are not afraid
Of being fed with your hate
It's not too late
For the remedy to our tragedy

A room with doors and windows
But without any shadows
Makes no sense at all

And you are lucky
And you are glad
And all these things have made me

Complexity is not dead yet
And we are not afraid
Of being fed with your hate
It′s not too late
For the remedy to our tragedy