Lunatic

Who made you look like a pale horse rider
Who made you look like a folish me
who made you act like lunatic
suffering from the lunacy

Who made you look into the future
only to see catastrophy
The wourld will end with you my brother
sick of life but in a perfect harmony

Who made the Life taste
sweet and bitter
sweet as honey,
oh so sweet

They found her lying in the forest
There were no footsteps on the floor
In preparation like a birde she
never saw the ghosts no more

Who made you look into that mirror
that made you feel so very small
Who made you feel then high in freedoom
free to climb the stairs and fall

Who made the Life taste
sweet and bitter
sweet as honey,
oh so sweet