Paroles: Stephan Eicher. I Am A Story Backwards Told.

I?m bothered with my soul
I?m walcking besise my shoes
Your questions pull and drag
A future which seduces
Don?t let me breath

I?m selling joy to pain
To convince that I?m alive
I?m feeding my own screams
With my thoughts so stupedly
Complaining with fear

In trouble wit my soul
I?m a story backwards told

I want to laugh at everything
But there are no laughters left
I wave myselve through the day
And I shout in empty rooms
Who made these rules?

In trouble wit my soul
I?m a story backwards told