Bipolar Songtext
von Rausch

I would not mind
Saving the whole world from itself
Single-handedly becoming
A poster-boy for the antithesis of a waste of space in time
There′s a reason I am stuck in my own world
They gave me a plate so full of vegetables
It could take ten years to digest the whole thing down

I rise and I fall
And I've seen it all
A thousand times before
I′m up and I'm down
Just hanging around
Till the right one walks through my door

Because you filter, you filter (all you ever see is black)
Filter, you filter (then you think you're gonna crack)
Filter, filter (you′ll never get perfection)
(There are bursting clouds and blooming trees)
(Just look in my direction)


I am trudging through a swamp been made for me
Every now and again
I catch a glimpse of some sort of light
But I ignore it I never go for it
It seems so damn strange
Once I tried having what they call a friend
But you can never trust them they get under your skin
And a friend serves a purpose - but it′s over the counter

I rise and I fall and I've seen it all (I rise)
A thousand times before (I fall)
I′m up and I'm down just hanging around (multi)
Till the right one walks through my door (personality)

Don′t you know you (filter, filter)
All you ever see is black
(Filter filter) Then you think you're gonna crack
(Filter filter) You′ll never get perfection
(Filter filter) There's bursting clouds and blooming trees
Just look in my direction

I rise and I fall and I've seen it all
Thousand times before
I′m up and I′m down hanging around
Till the right one walks through my door


Filter...
Filter...
You filter...
Filter...
Filter, filter (selfish, narcissistic, listless)
Filter, filter (depressed, in need of a reason)
Filter, filter all you ever see is black (apathetic, nonplussed)
(How can you be good for someone else)
Filter, filter then you think that you are gonna crack
(Before you're good for yourself?)
Filter, filter all you ever see is black
Filter, filter then you think that you′re gonna crack
Filter, filter you'll never get perfection
There are bursting clouds and blooming trees just look in my direction

You′ll never get perfection