Tyranny Of Small Misery

To wake up
means walking
on the edge
Wrong desicions
running through
my veinsé!

Immortal sorrow
scars on
my soul
Rejected
and trapped
in myself!

To!
wake up
means walking on the edge!
Wrong!
desicions
running
through my veinsé!

Immortal sorrow scars on
my soul!
Rejected
and trapped
in myself!

Black
velvet
was!

the
gift
of
the time!

Black
velvet
was!

the
gift
of
time!

Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..
Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..

Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..
Nothing left to loose..
No-thing!!

Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..
Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..

Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..
Nothing left to loose..
No-thing!!

go!

Black
velvet
was!

the
gift
of
the time!

Nothing left to loose-Nothing to believe-hands tied feet chained...
Hidind behind
shadows-of
an-ger!

Black velvet
was!
the-gift
of the time!

Nothing left!
to loose!
Nothing!
to!
be!
lived inside!
insane!
Hidind behind!!
shadows!!
of an-ger!

Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..
Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..

Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..
Nothing left to loose..
No-thing-to-be!

Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..
Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..

Nothing left to loose..
Nothing to believe..
Nothing left to loose..
No-thing-to-be-lieve!!!

To wake up
means walking
on the edge But I arghh!!
often feel that
mi-se-ry.
Is the most important part
of- be-ing hap-py!!
of- be-ing hap-py!!

hap-py!!!

hap-py!!!

hap-py!!!

happy!!!