Вершы: Nico Liebe & His Subconsciousness. Pseudo Monologs. Contribution.

Leave your illusions 'though you might find
there's nothin left in your fucked up mind
I cannot say you understood your role
do me a favor: don't speak of your ?soul?
of your ?soul?
of your ?soul??

we met and met and met again ? what fuss!!
without facing what is wrong with us
we split but we... damn! - what did I say?
We got in trouble, I am not ok
not ok
not ok...

what did happen? I just can't recall
yeah, I cannot act nor be at all...
without your help, that's nothing new
but you can't do the things I do
on your own
on your own...