When I'm in this state of mind I'm wishing I was blind. Sometimes life is more than pain, to me I feel the power of my grief. Death would be such a relief
I hear the sound of darkness moving closer to my ears. All alone and wounded I lie here resembling all the years. This war is over for mankind. The X-
Freedom=Fuck! People secure their freedom with a gun. They have lost faith in everything even themselves. Gun-propaganda from the land of the free -- "
Crying. The anger and sorrow in your eyes is shining thru your disguise, you can not hide all youer lies! Falling. The abyss you enter is so deep, it
I am immortal. I am strong. I am godforsaken. I am in command and nothing will go wrong. I am eternal. I am blessed. I will awaken. I am the reason to
War world now. Hear the song of sirens. The silence won't be for long. Hear the digging. All grave, too soon? Earth Pompeii. The second moon. BEACHWORLD
Born a slave. Chains since day one. From the cradle to the grave you'll be "the holy son". Raised to obey. Taught to see the light. Forced to pray and
afraid somehow. And now I know that there is another way for me to go. And now they show that there is life in the afterglow. I can feel the presence
To live a life in silence, to live without the word. I'm sitting here like a silent bird. You try to understand the symbols of my hand. I am like a rock
I wipe the dust from my shoulders, the dust from velvet sands. In dreamland of non-divine, free of all space and time. I watch across the fields, the
Freedom = fuck! People secure their freedom with a gun. They have lost faith in everything even in themselves. Gun-propaganda from the land of the free
Born a slave. Chained since day one. From the cradle to the grave you'll be "The holy son". Raised to obey. Taught to see the light. Forced to pray and
War world now. Hear the song of the sirens. Then silence won't be for long. Hear the digging. All grave, too soon? Earth Pompeii. The second moon. BEACHWORLD
I wipe the dust from shoulders, the dust from velvet sands. In dreamland of non-divine, free of all space and time. I watch across the fileds, the fields
