you're a drowning star
show me a sign

welcome to my lies
running up the stairs
i belong to entertainment
all my hollow life
is a empty suicide
its my reflex complicated
nobody would like to see
my true reality show
come drugs
come girls
come extreme thrill

no privacy, no palace
no galaxy, no guarantee

tonight i can't be mine
i am the primetime
show me a sign
difficult reflections in this frequencies
false romantic revelation stages
hoping for something
on the fuc*ing back stage

my life is cold like a siberian morning
my hands are growing and deforming

help me...

i prove the prime time
this killing myself inside

you're a drowning star
show me a sign

tonight i cant be mine

help im drowning into the sickness
there is no point of return
just take a look over my shoulder