I'm sick to death of repetition
show me something new
I need chaeos and disorder
I'm sick to death of ...

 

What excitement the world ending brings
Like the alternative ending of a film
The world waits for anarchy
She thrives on dis-equilibrium

 

This life is like a waltzer at a fairground
nauseating and repetitive
Let me off, I want to get of,
nauseating and ....

 

I need an adventure
a walk on the wild side
I might step onto a wrong train
or hand myself in for a crime I haven't comitted

 

It would be beautiful to be a bastard
to be nomadic
the excitement of instability
disorder
I want to sleep because I'm tired
not because the world says I should

 

To lose identity would make us truly free
I want a gentle butterfly to flutter its wondrous wings
and turn my world upside down
faithful freedom fight for my future

 

I'm sick to death of repetition
I want new aromas, new visions,
vile and veneer,
I'm sick to death of ...
I want new emotions, new feelings,

fearful and facade

 

I no longer want to chase dreams
that themselves dream
I want reality
however horrible she may be
she is prettier than dishonesty
Please, take off your dress and undress my stress

 

I am most happy on a journey
either going nowhere
or returning from somewhere
for once, I want to control time

 

Time is the devils creation
clocks are his strings
controlling his slaves
destroy the puppeteer

 

Imagine one day without time
nothing measured or restricted
nothing borrowed or stolen

 

Imagine the aromas,
the visons, the emotions, the feelings

 

Imagine if you will
The end of repetition