Songtext von Photophobia

Photophobia Crowded temples of salvation They 'll always try to find some gold In the deceiving club of "god bless you" Nothing else matters, just their clean souls How could someone intents to live some kind of love With that hostility in the heart? Pratonized requirements for a selfshiness world What can be easier than those musicals asks for prosperity? "For business, me and my family..." To the personifications of the humans hope - The average rain of weekend! The average rain of weekend to wash your dirty brain Good sundays, some hugs, few kisses and "goodbye" And than a free new mind by hallelujah... Is this a life? Stay hidden behind old lies Probably I'll be high But seeing trough a real light And it can be so hard for photophobics Who will always try to find some gold... Find some gold in the deceiving club of "god bless you" Nothing else matters just their cleans souls Just their clean souls...