Crisis

a sudden storm comes over life
steals the satisfaction
kills our conscience
makes it sick

and we are not the same
that easy way in flames
will replaced by suspicion
replaced by the fear

your not outside
no laughter hides
no moving back
no argue left

crisis!

we were drunken with success
we had our masterplans
everything controllable
today all things brushed of

and we reflect and will prepare
we let fall the mask
this might be next step
for leaving our past

your not outside
no laughter hides
no moving back
no argue left

crisis!

a sudden storm comes over life
smashed is youe satisfaction