Lyrics of Fake faces

I should be shy and funny
If we just don't try nature-aphasia (upcoming)
By living retired in those things which tend to be fake.

Grounded heart, as dead or silly.
Unless the offside echoes with out of money
We don't have to seem like angst into our face.

I should be sighing, sorry
But we rust and cry the euthanasia (upcoming)

And simply get tired of those things which tend to be faked.

Grinded heart, as dead or silly.
Unless we decide to change the love in pity
We don't have to feel this angst but we must face.

Silent, i am worn, hear the psychic storm
And are you still like me ? i will try even alone.
In a field rises rosy dawn, hilly psychic storm
Now have you seen like me ? we must try to do our best.