Casual Cliche
Absent minded walking around in the streets of Berlin
My trunk is the only true picture of my pressence
I dont feel pain - I dont feel any pleasure
My juvenile senses are caught in a cobweb
Life is just another Casual Clich
Where is God and the meaning anyway
Life is just another Casual Clich
Dont go mad just go away
How I wish that I could feel love and desire the way that I used to I cant remember last time I cried or laughed for real
I want to break down - I want to break free
If I could just sense that way again
Life is just another Casual Clich
Where is God and the meaning anyway
Life is just another Casual Clich
Dont go mad just go away
My trunk is the only true picture of my pressence
I dont feel pain - I dont feel any pleasure
My juvenile senses are caught in a cobweb
Life is just another Casual Clich
Where is God and the meaning anyway
Life is just another Casual Clich
Dont go mad just go away
How I wish that I could feel love and desire the way that I used to I cant remember last time I cried or laughed for real
I want to break down - I want to break free
If I could just sense that way again
Life is just another Casual Clich
Where is God and the meaning anyway
Life is just another Casual Clich
Dont go mad just go away