Yume Nikki (feat. Jaroslav Neuwirth)

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This morning I woke up being shot by Joaquin Phoenix in a dream
Now I ponder on what this act of violence could possibly mean
I was a little boy, my mom played by Emma Watson
With this kind of cast I feel like my dreams could win a couple of Oscars
This curse, this curse, this curse of mine
Is really hard to find illegible
Everyday is just another dribble

Stuck on a roundabout
Too ashamed to shout
Stuck on a roundabout 
Too ashamed to shout
Stuck on a roundabout
Too ashamed to shout my name

The next dream I was escaping a killer that couldn't be seen
Oh what a shame I woke up right before the very last scene
Now I'll never know if I survived the series of killings
Or if I judging by my POV were the killer right from the beginning
This feeling, this feeling, this feeling, this feeling of mine
Is really hard to find illegible
Everyday is just another dribble

Stuck on a roundabout
Too afraid to shout
Stuck on a roundabout 
Too afraid to shout
Stuck on a roundabout
Too afraid to shout my name

How do you sleep when sunshine fills the streets
I know it's not hard to tranquilize your mind
From a couple bottles of your favorite red wine

The filmstar didn't have to ask her
For he was acting good
She's got her heart in a noose
But he's there just for the applause

Noose slips from heart to head smoothly
But with many roles to play
Who would care for a poor lady
Despair and agony 
Dressed in mahagony 
Makes me daydream at 2 in the morning

You can hide your face
Bend down tie your lace
But since I'm flying safely above you
It's easy for me to find you

Liquid shoes, feel the blues
Back then it was boys screaming
But now it's sad men weeping
In my ears, orchestrated ornaments
Preaching peace to an audience of guns
What could now go wrong?
I am hunched over this song
With each and every line I realize I was blind
All the lack of taste was a fucking waste
My apetite despised this ugly face
Only now I realize it might not be a phase
Three years too late, three years too late
Jokes aside, jokes aside, consciousness is suicide
When harmonies bloom in one's mind ignoring them is wasting time
The fragility of beauty is too hard to ignore
I am melting in a desert with the void inside explored

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