Solar Fake - Your Hell Is Here

Turning to the next page of your diary It's blank and virgin white All the lines are blurred, you swim on melted paper Drowning false delight You don't need to breathe, your eyes are clear But where's your hope To come up again and face the truth The lies in life Your hell is here You're fighting monsters to get the constancy out of your head But your hell, my dear, is feeding oceans With your devotion to flood your sick world You're pouring with the ink onto the background It's just like a waterfall The shapes are drawn so fast, but letters never talk or say a word at all You still sit there, the words are gone that should pronounce The uncut truth about your life, the lies in life