History

I am trapped in this mudhole of history

I don´t wanna look it in the eye

I need a clean break and a new face

for my journeys when I travel back in time

I am stuck in this hellhole like marmalade

clings to me like oil to the bird

I need some cool space to go my own ways

where no one knows me, no one knows me, no one knows

Do you remember when life was hell but forever

Oh, I remember when life was hell but forever

Sneakin´around in the dark hiding in a fake shining

Or sailing in and sailing out like The Queen of Sheeba

Like the Queen of Sheeba

I´ve come a real long way but it seems to me

nothing´s really happened nothing´s new

Still need a clean break and a new face

for my journeys when I travel back to you