Slow from 27 by Stefan Elbl

In a dark room
Filled with light
You may find a way
You can let it stay
The noises so unreal
The voices that make you feel
Even if it's alright
You can't ignore the light
What she did all out of spite

Faces flab and they force you to face the slab
That can warn you, of the byproduct
Of the slag, the one that seems to hate brew
When they tell you, 'bout who knew you

As I grow up
I want more fun
Don't you understand
Forget her hand

The streetlights and the feel that cruises the night
It has made her a little bit anxious
Don't you fret, the silence can feel the regret
That has made us renounce the sanctus

As I grow up
I want more fun
Don't you understand
Forget her hand

I can't bear now to see it pan out
I can't bear now to see it pan out
I can't bear now to see it pan out
I can't bear now to see it pan out

The glimmer of hope that she threw away
The false promises that led her to stay
The only remorse is to take him by force
The nursery rhymes that destroy our folklore

Hey you
Hey me

It is now time
To void her crime

The savory smile that foretold a goodbye
The million of smiles that avoided the why
The second remorse is to narrow the scope
The million of brows that have narrowed the score

Hey you
Hey me

It is now time
To void the light

Here we are at the same place but different vibe
Which by what has transpired
Don't forget that it's only a result of your bet
Which has morphed him into a monster

As I grow up
I want more fun
Don't you understand
Get it up man

• Rock
• classic-rock
• electronic
• metal
• pop
• San Francisco