A Colour Cold Black - Beyond Truth

intoxicated world
shifting by the neon light
don't look to the ground
crying out our madness face to face

is it fact or fiction-game or gust
roaring in our ears
roaring through whatever counts
which always hurts
never knew but dark to us
we dream on-informations overcome
is it squandermania?

if reality not equals truth
go on-call me a liar
in and out-beyond truth
high so high-in stinking bloom
in toxication of
your spirit and your body drunken spine
amorph metamorphosis
adrenaline agony in vein

I light another cigarette
sucking out what it's gotta give me
that screen runs my brain
that crying last night felt like bleeding or puking
deep inside I feel I've got to hold on to something

if reality not equals truth
go on-call me a liar
in and out-beyond truth
high so high-in stinking bloom