Ridiculous Thoughts from Demo Songs by Girus

There is a scheme that keeps me in check
I adhering to all the guidance signs
My appearance is indexed
Only my ridiculous thoughts are mine

160 pounds of meat and bone
highly polished and finely presented.
A 2.8 pound neglected gown
Invisible, hidden and unadorned.

Let us run out of air
Let's stare at the center of the sun
Let us just pretend
as if there were no bullets in my gun

And a deadly rope lies comfy around my neck
Nothing can go wrong, no, nothing can go wrong
When I watch the golden orb disappear behind a wrack
I know where I belong, I know again where I belong

Let us run out of air
Let's stare at the center of the sun
Let us just pretend
as if there were no bullets in my gun

Dead end, dead wood, dead seeds
Dead stars, dead gods and dead weeds
Everything resounds in the dead silence

Let us run out of air
Let's stare at the center of the sun
Let us just pretend
as if there were no bullets in my gun

• Metal
• Prog. Metal
• prog metal
• prog rock
• progressive metal
• Lucerne