Comix no go go, unless you tell am to go
Comix no go stop, unless you tell am to stop
Comix no go turn, unless you tell am to turn
Comix no go think, unless you tell am to think
Dann piept das Handy, SMS vom Boss, sie will ein Angebot, ich tippe bloß
an Sunday Comics, was Andres mach ich heute nicht, nein, nein, nein
Always in focus, you can’t feel my stare.
I zoom into you but you don’t know I’m there.
I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
The Sunday Comics have the pictures that can prove
Look in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the Sunday Comics up and building to the sky
Grisly smiles that don’t flake off
Corny colored demons leering
Sunday Comics — sucking the skin
Don’t think I fit in at this party
Everyone’s got so much to say
I always feel like I’m nobody, mmm
Who wants to fit in anyway?
‘Cause I don’t care when I’m with my Sunday Comix, yeah
All the bad things disappear
Destroy the spineless
Sundays it’s real
Wasting their last chance
To come away
Just read the Comix
’cause I’m drifting away
Away from you
Somewhere there’s music, it’s where you are,
Somewhere there’s heaven, how near, how far
The Sunday Comics would shine if you would come to me soon,
Until you will, how still my heart,
How high the moon.
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