IT'S A JUNGLE OUT THERE
(Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minor
And the visionary paints
black on black grey on grey
it's sad farewell and chronos won't wait
never to return to your dustbound shrine
all that you gathered buys you no time
spirit of unrest fear of the sublime
grave mystery of mortal's life
in the end will the spirit ever rise?
If freedom becomes your dungeon
reach deep within yourself
for the soul of hidden erotic
to set self recklessly free
for who's right and who's wrong
in a merry-go-round of passion
in the House of Truth an
And the visionary paints
black on black grey on grey
it's sad farewell and chronos won't wait
never to return to your dustbound shrine
all that you gathered buys you no time
spirit of unrest fear of the sublime
grave mystery of mortal's life
in the end will the spirit ever rise?
If freedom becomes your dungeon
reach deep within yourself
for the soul of hidden erotic
to set self recklessly free
for who's right and who's wrong
in a merry-go-round of passion
in the House of Truth an
Palo Alto
In a city of the future,
it is hard to consentrate.
Meet the boss, meet the wife,
everybody's happy,
everyone is made for life.
I a city of the future,
it is difficult to find a space.
I'm to busy to see you,
you're to busy to wait.
Well I'm ok, how are you?
Thanks for asking
Thanks for asking.
Well I'm ok, how are you?
We hope that you are ok too.
Everyone of those days,
when the sky is californian blue.
A beautiful bombshell,
I throw myself into my world
Two day, I've been waiting for so long.
Well I'm ok, how are you?
Thanks for asking
Thanks for asking.
Well I'm ok, how are you?
We hope that you are ok too.