LostControl
I have lost all the control
and I am wandering over the street.
Just like a little child,
who is looking for his mother.
But he has lost every track of her.
He really seriously doubts,
whether she ever was there.
He even stops thinking,
there ever was one for him.
He is in really panic now.
He turns and looks around.
He sees someone coming,
with a cap over her hair.
He tries to call her,
but she turns away,
and when he reaches her,
She looks back at him.
She opens the cap off her hair,
and it's a skull.
with no eyes at all.
It's a cold bold looking skull.
with no eyes at all.
And it hunts him
hunts him to far away.
And he runs, runs, runs,
runs as far as he can,
till he falls in a hole,
just like a trap,
with bars around.
So I have lost control,
and are walking over the street,
still looking for some warmth,
and a little console
of you.