I see a face and I hope it's mine
All the time visions stay visions
Not more to see not more to get
Give me a name to die for cry for
I keep on waking to fools
Ways without destinations
Destinations without ways
The taste of freedom beats you back
Conversations are the same
AGORAPHOBIA
I hate the goddamn sun
'Till dawn with pain never satisfied
With live
And all I made of it
AGORAPHOBIA
Afraid of senseless width
AGORAPHOBIA
It too late ...