(no existence) Songtext
von Stice

A blank space
Write you in lines

A heavy head
In melted dirt

A dark matter
Stood up in blur

A finished line
Produced the mud

A detected scene
In reoccurring time

A conflicted taste
On the borderlines

A reflected feel
In deep blue eyes

A cut devine
Is looking better on me

A cut devine
Is looking better on me


A cut devine
Is looking better on me
A cut devine
Is looking better on me
A cut devine
Is looking better on me
A cut devine
Is looking better on me
A cut devine
Is looking better on me
A cut devine
Is looking better on me

Always on the edge
It is never far away
Flip the sides
Don′t test your luck
It must be exhausted
Wake it up and feed it again
Please keep on trying
Until there's no existence