…And what you dreamed about
Is broken
Haven't knwe this real-life
You must open
Your eyes and your mind too
'Cause you'll be pushed to the floor
The war is permenent
And you…don't know what to do
Livin' in a self created world
Where everything has its place
This life is srtange for yourself
You feel like a srtanger from the past
How many pain and death
Everywhere
Gasping for a little breath
You need fresh air
Silence and tranquillity
You've enough of the needless fight
In your worst nightmares you often hear cries
Desperate screams from the ocean of time
No, you're not free
You are a slave
Of a higher power
And some autocracies
Where is the pleasure
In the darkest times?
What kind of voices
Do you hear at night?
There is one chance to comprehend the substance
And the line is very straight that leads from light to darkness
Obscurity / Certainty
Time has come to choose between them
Mortality / Eternity
You've to decide where you wanna belong!
…And what you dreamed about…
No, you're not free…
Where is the pleasure…
Permanent war…Interim pleasure
Permanent war…Interim pleasure
