Songtext von Avatars

These gentle demons Enchant your head Don‘t make you weary Don‘t make you sad Don‘t ever blame you For rushing on Into the pitfall The failing dawn Stalking T-t-talking About the endpoint, the final wall The dropping anchor, the curtain call The aimless aiming, the sweet escape The gradual blackout assuming shape Bathe in the light of freedom fakers Bathe in the light of perished stars The light of brilliant manipulators In the end a dying breed of avatars Stalking T-t-talking About positions You must defend Though you can't move and You barely stand The luck you've borrowed Without concern Taken for granted Due for return Bathe in the light of freedom fakers Bathe in the light of perished stars The light of brilliant manipulators In the end a dying breed of avatars Bathe in the light of freedom fakers Bathe in the light of perished stars The light of brilliant manipulators In the end a dying breed of avatars Stalking T-t-talking Stalking S-s-stalking