| Song | Face Me |
| Artist | Solar Fake |
| Album | Amphi Festival 2014 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’m cold, but I'm awake | |
| And fragments of my memory are randomly erased | |
| Like the picture of your face | |
| I tried not to forget | |
| The anesthetic effect of time that passed by, constantly | |
| And my head seems to explode | |
| What else could I feel, but scorn? | |
| My anger has become a silent thorn under the skin | |
| Still waiting to break through | |
| Face me, I'll chase you / I don't need a guide to your mind | |
| Come, face me, I'll trace you back / our beauty we've left far behind | |
| Come, face me, I'll chase you / to bury your light in myself | |
| Come, face me, I'll trace you back someday, I'll trace you back anyway | |
| But solitude remains | |
| Your former shine became so dull, the mirror of a soul | |
| I've found myself inside your heart | |
| I'm cold, but I'm alive | |
| And I tear aside the walls to find a way outside again | |
| But I end up in the next maze | |
| You never knew I was here, you've never seen me here fighting with your fears | |
| And take the torment on myself in existing inside you, living inside you |
| I' m cold, but I' m awake | |
| And fragments of my memory are randomly erased | |
| Like the picture of your face | |
| I tried not to forget | |
| The anesthetic effect of time that passed by, constantly | |
| And my head seems to explode | |
| What else could I feel, but scorn? | |
| My anger has become a silent thorn under the skin | |
| Still waiting to break through | |
| Face me, I' ll chase you I don' t need a guide to your mind | |
| Come, face me, I' ll trace you back our beauty we' ve left far behind | |
| Come, face me, I' ll chase you to bury your light in myself | |
| Come, face me, I' ll trace you back someday, I' ll trace you back anyway | |
| But solitude remains | |
| Your former shine became so dull, the mirror of a soul | |
| I' ve found myself inside your heart | |
| I' m cold, but I' m alive | |
| And I tear aside the walls to find a way outside again | |
| But I end up in the next maze | |
| You never knew I was here, you' ve never seen me here fighting with your fears | |
| And take the torment on myself in existing inside you, living inside you |
| I' m cold, but I' m awake | |
| And fragments of my memory are randomly erased | |
| Like the picture of your face | |
| I tried not to forget | |
| The anesthetic effect of time that passed by, constantly | |
| And my head seems to explode | |
| What else could I feel, but scorn? | |
| My anger has become a silent thorn under the skin | |
| Still waiting to break through | |
| Face me, I' ll chase you I don' t need a guide to your mind | |
| Come, face me, I' ll trace you back our beauty we' ve left far behind | |
| Come, face me, I' ll chase you to bury your light in myself | |
| Come, face me, I' ll trace you back someday, I' ll trace you back anyway | |
| But solitude remains | |
| Your former shine became so dull, the mirror of a soul | |
| I' ve found myself inside your heart | |
| I' m cold, but I' m alive | |
| And I tear aside the walls to find a way outside again | |
| But I end up in the next maze | |
| You never knew I was here, you' ve never seen me here fighting with your fears | |
| And take the torment on myself in existing inside you, living inside you |