Away

I'm walking the line

I hate this world

I'm seeking for freedom

What's luck

What's luck

All is illusion

Reality is dying

All is covered in varnish

scratch it off - and you see rust

Just look at the people

grabbing everything

trying to buy luck

ruthlessly

stick at nothing

isolation is king

consum is deadly

All is covered in varnish

scratch in off - and you see rust

Your hand is like hope

Your face as white as milk

Your skin the surrival

Your mouth is sweet

Words like honey

Creep into my ears

speak softly to me

It's dragging me home

this felling

away - away - away - faraway I wanna go (with you)