your senses filled, attention caught and eyes focused
it gives you everything and sets it up in time and space
the rest is up to you
it´s not your own delusion, It´s not a dream
who blinded me?
who saw the first sign?
who blinded me?
who gets away with thinking the worst?
the markings on the floor tell me
the exit´s coming nearer
but they lie
every step is getting harder
it´s not a dream, it´s not your own delusion
who blinded me?
who saw the first sign?
who blinded me?
who gets away with thinking the worst?
I try to remember how it was - hopeless
the doors are all closed and I´m left in the dark
our dark, an instant before it all went wrong
I am walking down a winding hallway with doors
I´m still walking but going backwards
the meaning is somewhere in the neverending maze
walking down a winding hallway with doors
painted on the walls, there´s no way back, It´s the only way
