Nosepulking Turbo Songtext
von Punchline Hunting Season

Haunting silhouettes, creeping hollow ghosts
Light fleeting away until it′s merely a speck(le)
In a sea of black
Panic strikes as the only way out seems beyond reach Disappearing into an abyss of solitude
Drowning in pitch black
Getting lost inside your head

Focusing on these predictions that mimic evidence
I release my faith, hoping to keep a stagnated existence
Dare to fantasize of false calamities


Excessive eye blinking eruptions telling me mankind has it wrong
As we try to re-enact this play of chosen ones
In order to further melting
These brave souls shall do what they have been told not to