Testo White Nights

Here comes the white nights again. In every laugh is hidden the pain. Small talk with a slip of the toungue. I'm feeding the fire knowing it's wrong. The night used to comfort me. Told me what my life should be. Now I'm dancing on a vulcano. I know the world but not my ego. It's dark here inside and I did at least I tried. But I can't find the person... I can't look into the eyes of the sun. It's a fair mockery. The sinsiter mirror inside of me.