Head full of songs, more then I can give to bands so I started recording with my living room studio. Try to put my symfonic rock background into a pop format
No… way…I am a cliché
No way
Don’t… say … I cannot play
my way
Your lines , orders
come with a price
Narrow my eyes
Boxes, borders
A prison in disguise
More than two, black and white
A full scale on my side
And love as jury
I never really hurt
That is so absurd
Red alert
Why so scary?
Your lines, orders
Come with a price
Narrow my eyes
Boxes, borders
Prisons to me
Must disagree
Let me be
