Dirt
Mic Jogwer
Was walking through the darkest parts
Where it really hurts inside
Was hoping to come out at dawn
To see a kind of silver line
And in the end I sold my soul
I lived a life of hollow words
Clinging to my juvenile dream
I lived a life of minimal meaning
I still can feel the dirt inside
Seeking for a friend or love
Seeking for a route in the dark days
Bearing all the longing inside
Missing all the fun outside
A role in a useless game
A cheap movie without an end
Kissing and hugging art
It drove me away from my love
I still can feel the dirt inside