Tekstovi: China Drum. Fiction Of Life.

I've been expecting a breakout
From a cage full of rage
But I haven't got the time to hold them
Back with my flak jacket

I've become a self made maniac
I have seen the bloodstains on the track
They were left when someone
Had to go from their flow trouble

Time has taken all he had
There's nothing left inside
He's got to run or hide
He's got a mountain on his shoulder

He's not getting any younger
He's got to put his problems in his past
He's got to face up to the fictions of life
The fictions of life, fictions of life

He phoned the number to help his state
But it was engaged, bless him
So he chose a different route
To help make the pain lessen

He become a self made maniac
He have seen the bloodstains on the track
They were left when someone
Had to go from their flow trouble

Time has taken all he had
There's nothing left inside
He's got to run or hide
He's got a mountain on his shoulder

He's not getting any younger
He's got to put his problems in his past
He's got to face up to the fictions of life
The fictions of life

Time has taken all he had
There's nothing left inside
He's got to run or hide
He's got a mountain on his shoulder

He's not getting any younger
He's got to put his problems in his past
He's got to face up to the fictions of life
The fictions of life, fictions of life, life, life
Fictions of life, life, fictions of life