Muddasheep
Land Of Variation
life was like a lure
cold and black future
tied on a hook
with a sad look
got immersed into a lake
tried to forget the hate
suddenly hope rose
the hook left my head
a blue varnished hand
grabbed my soul
dragged it to the land
of variation
sinking in her eyes
dying for her wishes
thankful 'cause she lies
in a bed of wool
escaped from the lake
free from the hate
her fingers held a blue rose
I'll love her 'til I'm dead
your blue varnished hand
grabbed my soul
you dragged it to the land
of variation
stay with me
hold my hand
we drink black tea
in the variation land
we watch the lake
our love kills the hate
she is the mind in my head
I'll love her 'til I'm dead
From Paroles Mania