Absent minded walking around in the streets of Berlin
My trunk is the only true picture of my pressence
I don’t feel pain - I don’t feel any pleasure
My juvenile senses are caught in a cobweb
Life is just another Casual Cliché
Where is God and the meaning anyway
Life is just another Casual Cliché
Don’t go mad – just go away
How I wish that I could feel love and desire the way
That I used to I can’t remember last time
I cried or laughed for real
I want to break down - I want to break free
If I could just sense that way again
Life is just another Casual Cliché
Where is God and the meaning anyway
Life is just another Casual Cliché
Don’t go mad – just go away
