Текст песни Storm

Storm creating moods, soothing colours can not escape, your reference points trapped in bounderies, true frustration artificiell love it's the love for yourself that's the way you work, in the shape of a ghost got to hide myself that's the way you talk, like a brick in the wall got to close myself it's a gift, we haven't asked for it's a poison, I would not drink stop to use it, would it be the end? learn how to win, without loosing and still we live, in those empty corridors seeking shelter, bone-crushing fear heavy footsteps, I'm pale in the daylight nervous as I am, calling of the game