Small.Town.Depression - Decembre Noir

Written by：Sebastian Görlach/Jena

All doors are closed to my regular world outside

There is no difference between day and night

So many things have lost

Their great meaning

Darkness is the murderer of every single feeling

But some tears are flowing behind a mask of stone

Nothing is what it seems within my broken home

Sometimes looking for a ** to kill the pain

In these bitter moments of endless shame

No one can hear my voice

I never had

The choice

There is no helping hand

Yearning for an end

I I don't don't know

What I've become

Maybe an ugly remnant from a poor selection

I I know know

There is no light for me

No God no love and no word of affection

This gloomy house has stolen my smile

I raise the white flag for my own protection

All doors are closed

To my regular world outside

There is no difference between day and night

So many things have lost their great meaning

Darkness is the murderer of every single feeling

Small town small town depression

Small town small town depression

Small town small town depression

Small town small town depression