Imaginary Lines Songtext
von Slumbercloud

Standing in the cold
Among and against your brothers
It′s getting old
When you don't go home to your mother


Take one last photograph
(Preserve the memory)
It′s your token of the past
(Unable to forget)
Afterwards, it drives you down
(Drowning under mud)
Even when it's not around
(The ghost lives in my home)

Identities defined
By imaginary lines
All over a fucking
Piece of paper
Realities destroyed
When your life is devoid
Robbed of every last
Little pleasure

When you don't go home
Home to your mother