In the dark room there is no place for light Figures of strangers are sitting in a circle like faceless saviors Watching in silence, there is no anger and no sin in their faces Like hantoms, they are reaching out for me with an invisible hand, setting me on the broken throne. Like a web, the architects of sanity are spinning tiny pieces of the past Lighting up my mind, building my common sense grain by grain Resistance like natural beginning is blowing up in a wave of aggression Blaming everyone but myself in my own insanity I unchain bitterness of loss Disbelief in reality is gripping my breast in a vice, air is of no importance Time for a pause, light is passing into an inaccessible place, teasing eyes And the ice deep inside starts to move again, the body returns to life, disbelief's going on New period. Period of trade with ministers of death which don't exist Looking for a contract on the last stay in my illusions But one is always too much and thousand is sometimes not enough The prince of fate has not taken off his crown and hounds from obscurity are merciless The period of compromise is vanishing into thin air in the room without light A grey maiden has come, attired in oblivion, accompanied by silence Having stolen human feelings she presented us with a kiss of mystery Condemned mind to rest, and the architects are waiting for a smile The maiden departed, leaving a box made of wood When I opened it, resignation came Stuck to my breast but without pain The mystery turned out to be panacea Turning blind from the rays of truth I made a step forward Into the arms of those who found good sense Those who were waiting for me in the dark room In the dark room there is no place for light Figures of strangers are sitting in a circle like faceless saviors Watching in silence, there is no anger and no sin in their faces.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
