Absent minded walking around in the streets of Berlin
My trunk is the only true picture of my pressence

I don´t feel pain - I don´t feel any pleasure
My juvenile senses are caught in a cobweb

Life is just another Casual Cliché

Where is God and the meaning anyway
Life is just another Casual Cliché
Don´t go mad – just go away

How I wish that I could feel love and desire the way
That I used to I can´t remember last time
I cried or laughed for real

I want to break down - I want to break free
If I could just sense that way again

Life is just another Casual Cliché

Where is God and the meaning anyway

Life is just another Casual Cliché
Don´t go mad – just go away