A slave of a story
A serving without glory
For you there´s no other way
To get to the end of the day
Just a messenger of lies
Your senses in disguise
You and your story may die
Counting scars on your hands
And your world seems to have no sense
A serving without glory
For you there´s no other way
To get to the end of the day
Just a messenger of lies
Your senses in disguise
You and your story may die
Counting scars on your hands
And your world seems to have no sense