SULTAN. - ATTICUS

My dearest I'm stuck in your bubble
The walls are made of soap
I wiggle I giggle I struggle without hope
My eyes are getting moist
I write without a purpose
Clueless clueless
I've seen our faults
There's nothings to do
The fears in life
Are tears inside
I'm crippled till we're through
What made us bastard puppets
What made us what we are
I got more things to see in life
Than this holy phony war
But this day the saints will sue us
Let this moment fire rise
Of all the cries and all the lies
Your phony self is cold and bold
I dream of life I dream of days
Of sun and warmth up free away
I got nothing more left to say then
This is the day
Dream it away

Written by:
Auke de Vries, Clemens van Laar, Sacha Palies

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