Plans of Your Head

PLANS OF YOUR HEAD


I feel like coming to your bed
Into your dreams and to your head
And there are borders
The ways and the corners


I know im knocking on your head
I see the heard and all you said
I see your future
Your devil and angels

There is a court for your crimes
You must not play with others time
This paranoid master
The same little bastard

I saw an angle broken winged
Abandoned cage to cut her strings
Her face on the water
It looks like a murder


A man is still in the cage
I saw an angle of the rage

I found my way inside your core
But there aint you here anymore
When its all too late
I know what`s in your head