Lyrics

Is this the fullfilling of apocalyptical prophecies Love will never be the same again? Millions of people carrying the death in their veins Millions of people fearing the pain But this is not, this is not, This is not the end of love But now it hurts... A small dirty needle, a shot inthe park Panic in daylight, relapse in the dark A child on the playground who plays all alone Health protection on the phone Happened it the night before Mass hysteria on the floor Happened it the night before Go to bed and close the door But this is not, this is not, This is not the end of love But now it hurts... No more mass hysteria. Rep.chorus
Writer(s): Holger Wobker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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