2019 Songtext
von Baby in Vain

Been at it for too long
Memories tear at me, the blaming game is on
They all did their best
What I′ve done to myself is my own problem
Where do the lies end, and reality begins?
Out of death, go cold and still


I am a child
Always likely to end up in a place where
Violence is, the only language
Running from gunfire that cuts through any life
Out of breath, cold still

Always on the run
Marching to the beat, of your own drum
Out of touch with everyone
Out of touch with everyone

Where do lies end, where does reality begin
Out of death, cold still

Always on the run
Marching to the beat, of your own drum
The 2019 condition
Where white rain falls, love is lost