Sceptic Songtext
von Mental Reservation

Maybe I should pick up the phone
But I don′t want to talk about the things that always went wrong
I hear a creaking in my bones
All those lonely moments I spent
With empty bottles and my oh-so-heavy head in my hands
Now I'm feeling so alone
Yes, I′m feeling so alone

And now I can see the pure misery
I don't want to talk about
I need to scream out loud in the rain
I can't complain, this is what I want to be
This is the air that leads straight to my lungs

Staring at the tip of my pen
I′m trying to work out how this masterpiece will come to an end
But the story, it goes on
One day, maybe I′ll take that call
And I will talk about the things that went wrong, but worst of all
When I tear down all these walls
No one else will see them fall


And now I can see the pure misery
I don't want to talk about
I need to scream out loud in the rain
I can′t complain, this is what I want to be
This is the air that leads straight to my lungs
I'm so alone

Night follows day, now the night′s gone astray
Oh, am I ready or not?
I'm sure I′m awake, but this all seems so fake
I can't believe what I got
And maybe it's hard to see
Life is no mystery
Day follows night, but there′s no light in sight
′Cause I fade in the flood

And now I can see the pure misery
I don't want to talk about
I need to scream out loud in the rain
I can′t complain, this is what I want to be
This is the air that leads straight to my lungs
Straight to my lungs
I'm so alone