Words

Words, words, Just words. Why So much talk? I only look at things. And I close my ears in passing. What a grammatic speech, and it warms me up With a balm. And I have a special door. What's gonna come straight to my center? Oh. The tuning fork of the soul sounds. Spreading the wings of faith. The conductor in his own way. Freezing at the premiere. The wand in his hand trembles. Why do you need manipulation? You seem to wanna control me, and I've already Sensed your move. I close the door. I'd better walk around it. Oh, oh. You didn't try to change anything. Ah. Doing everything in your power. You continue to live on, and I just wanted To forget Everything, yeah. The tuning fork of the soul sounds. Soul sounds. Spreading the wings of faith. The conductor in his own way. Freezing at the premiere. The wand in his hand trembles. But your actions didn't matter to me. Watching from the side, waiting. Just the right moment. Closing the door quietly behind me without looking Back. I'm on my way to meet, to meet Life and fate. I can't contradict myself. The tuning the soul is sounding. Spread the wings of fate. The conductor in his own way. Freezing at the premiere. The baton in his hand is Trembling. It's pointless to contradict.