Текст песни Nerves - I'm here

Without a goal - the madness within ,
There is no time to blame calendars.
Freedom in connection with the voice in a dream ,
There was mud - writhes in me again .

I - here , I open my door !
My cross - a cure for the loss !

A familiar voice in the wilderness of the people .
We are looking for an excuse to steal someone else's shadow.
In response to the proximity of the fear of their own words.
Your sin is so low , it is rolling on the slippery floor .
He rolled on the floor slippery !

I - here , I open my door !
My cross - a cure for the loss !
I - here , I open my door !
My cross - a cure for the loss !