Paroles de The Hole

In this world of anxiety I sit in my calmness Watching the world Passing by, slowly. Having sat on the edge Leaned over, fallen Straight to the bottom My conscience is dead I am awake, In this world of fear. God is dying There is no faith. Chaos is the master. While you struggle for something To fill the hole Left in your chest, I feel no urge for searching Chaos I found my god Buried deep in my head I am my god And there is only one.