Trip Songtext
von Ghost Cuts

The urge hits
To burn all that you thought you were
As lies held, now slip
Plagiarists
Are gathered in the gymnasium
Clumsily entwined


Don′t your
Memories seem infinite?
But how long will her
Gold hair
Haloed by the slipping sun
Cut in your mind's eye?

We collide
Then fuse
Sever to separate

We collide
Then fuse
Sever to separate

We collide
Then fuse
Sever to separate


We collide
Then fuse
Sever to separate