Songtext von Mini Wolrd

Imagine - people in white incubator Pastlife and time to come they live there All they know is cament, crutch, drugs and black walls! And i named it by only one sentence - Dead souls! Miniworld! open casket! Many coridors and walking ghosts Collection of terror - bloody zombies eyes Phsychomental house - souls sleep All in building this hardly ill keep! Dead souls! Miniworld! open casket! To the step my skull crush - Society it call " normal thing" Flattening of emotions, morbid prong - They live in box, in underwolrd! Dead souls! Miniworld! open casket!