Songtexte (Remaster) Trauma - Renard

Today I show my face
And whispers turn into screams,
Visions of what might have been
And what will never be
Conforming to rejection
Coexisting pain...
Today I show my face
And whispers turn into screams,
Visions of what might have been
And what will never be
Conforming to rejection
Coexisting pain...
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
Today I show my face
And whispers turn into screams,
Visions of what might have been
And what will never be
Conforming to rejection
Coexisting pain...
AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!
I′m not insane, I'm not insane
I′m not insane, I'm not - not insane
I'm not insane, I′m not insane
I′m not insane, I'm not - not insane
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me