Songtext von Traveller's Wounds

Recently bereaved A tourist with no trail Distant from the sane That voice repeats a phrase Does such confusion Serve to amuse you? Change this gruesome tune Talk to a lonesome traveller Yet there's nobody else in here The ache of loss is so severe I shiver in the chromosphere And Miss Machine found her soulmate That swine 6942.8 He lasts all night without a break Her lubricant, my one keepsake I've witnessed tortures Lows life should not know The most hellish place Lies inside my mind Do my dellusions Serve to amuse you? These traveller's wounds? In this ocean of emptiness I sail alone under duress In my decline I've acquiesced Madness and guilt did coalesce Plagued by a visit to the past An impotent iconoclast Whose vision of that final dance Will make a grave for circumstance Ego is such a reckless beast An enemy of the deceased The poisoned soul with no retreat Turn back, accept you face defeat Moros has an ambassador Grieving hils lifeless passenger If you like passions massacred Talk to the lonesome traveller