Letras: Trauma. Comedy Is Over. Comedy Is Over.

Tongues of fire
Catch up with the shadows
Paintings whirling in a drowse
Are like a passing wind

Here I am
Here I am
Though I shouldn?t be here
I am and
I am and
I am and than I?m gone

Oh my God
Does this make sense
Is this real
Or is it my imagination
-comedy is over-

relief
Jammed through my veins
Sadness fades away
When I disappear
Disappear ? in illusion

My soul
My mind
My soul and mind
Pass into silence
I leave not to return

Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Is this how it ends?
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
Comedy is over

[Solo: Mister]
[Solo: Arek]