Testo Breaks Of Life

On the same plane, can't reach what you gain
Wonder what's the matter, that nothing is better like a curse, or so
Your small slice of life seems to be paralysed

The last good thought is drowned in fantasies
Your mind a big stream, desert is the end

Nothing goes right in a way Nothing is right in a way

Life is a process always in progress
Even when you don't see

Step by step in rapid succession
Bit by bit without delay
Step by step under compulsion
Struggle to take on the very next day

Step by step, step by step
Bit by bit, without delay
Step by step, step by step under compulsion