Try to solve the riddle twist my tongue in knows
The answers disappear as questions form it all just turns to grey
I stumble, tremble at this mess
I wonder which will be the next
Intuition drives me home
Without intention I am whole
Under a memory
I take one final breath
Here I leave my secrets tangles up in knots
The truth fills up the air
I suffocate it just fades to grey
I stumble, tremble at this mess
I wonder which will be the next
Intuition drives me home
Without intention I am whole
Under a memory
I take one final breath
Intuition drives me home
Without intention I am whole
Under a memory
Intuition drives me home
Without intention I am whole
Under a memory
I take one final breath
Under a memory
