Depressive Age - Psycho Circle Game Lyrics
She cries til it's bright, til the sun is shining in the summertimeShe's dry, had no tears to cry, then daylight starts attacksAgainst her muddy eyesShe's tired of this life, no summersun can help her'bout the sorrow in her mindWhen the spoon is hot and the needle searches for a wayShe's turning back to live and to feel like a queenWhen the stuff is over and the nightlight sucks the dayShe's longing to drift and to push the time awayWhen the money's over and she sells herself as shameHer unconscious state remains an psycho circle gameShe screams for a scene that she saw herself on the TV-ScreenShe was steam, ash grey steam, but now she's going blackAnd it fades for freeShe must sleep, her body's weak but she is powerlessAgainst her fast heartbeatWhen the spoon is hot...She screams: please help me! Her friends go down this same wayThey're no medicineWhen the spoon is hot...