Hell within - the lost art of keeping a secret

Within a soft, round cube

surrounded by six red walls

we dance like we never did before

by an old song that everyone knows

a song ended a long time ago.

Back then,

it was our right and duty

to do it!...

but we kept worrying about everything else ...

And now, with our eyes shut

we search for ourselves in the dark

drinking and milking each other's scent.

As the real outer world collapse

we just couldn't care less.

I know i'm going hell

and you'll surely join me!

Oh, well... maybe not as pleasently as i do

still, I bet our lustfull fire won't vanish.

And even though I try to stretch a minute

to make it last for a month

no one knows we are insane

because we play our parts with disgraceful talent.

Whatever you do... dont tell anyone!

I'll breath like I need you

but in the end i'll sing like i don't.

Sweat drops will remain

in the hell red glass...

In the sexed six walled soft round cube

we now dance like ever

a lot and forever

by a song which has ended a long time ago.