Testo Cruel

he's calling
time's falling
run!

life will get you when you are cruel
eyes search beyond the hill
you wither for a strange fate
with your sixteen years you don't give a damn.
you watch cars..
shuttling
all over and through...
shuttling
all over and through...

now, and again,
clouds and people melt in one shade,
and the white van looks so big
not big enough to hide behind it
i can see you,
and you don't even notice...