Caught in a chamber
Don't you know what it's like
Stuck in this place here
Created in your mind
Life is full of temptations
Too strong to take away
We won't hear freedom calling
No one will guide our way
Chorus:
We are poor jesters on the quest for ourselves
Trying to reach out to the abyss of our souls
We are still searching for the key to our fate
Nothing but questions from the cradle to the grave
So we keep dancing
Through the poison rain
No use for good intentions
When things go insane
We're searching for something
That might not exist
Cause we don't know
What's missing
Chorus
Do you still wonder
What awaits us in the end
Hoping for salvation
Life can be a punishment
But are we supposed
Just to count our days
There is some hope left
That life is our hands
Chorus
