What kind of hell do we build around ourselves? So hot and tight, and without an exit door We're swimming with the tide And there is nothing we can do anymore. . . The game is over, we shall see it soon We'll be swept away by the future we have sewn Thousand lifeless centuries will stare at our footsteps on the moon
Dreams are breathing in the night Blowing smoke in the moonlight If our fate would be a dream Tell me: would it make you scream? Would you wake up wet? Would it make you sweat? Would your cool mind be impressed at least by that?
What kind of hell is burning in my heart? Behind the mask no teardrop ever left the shore I'm playing for laughter 'cause there's nothing else for me anymore...
Dreams are breathing in the night Blowing smoke in the moonlight If our fate would be a dream Tell me: would it make you scream? Would you wake up wet? Would it make you sweat? Would your cool mind be impressed at least by that?
Here's my cross, made of hate Tailored to my size and weight Choose my path and set the pace Gone for glorious disgrace People around, nowhere a friend, Somebody to lend me a hand God may bleed and die for me, On my cross I'm endlessly alone We found the perfect ways to kill ''And we earned this "evolution" Thus we live and die for The Grand Illusion
Pale lights still shining on They fake another break of dawn So this mankind will believe Now’s the time for us to live
Frozen dreams fell on the ground Bits and sliver all around The poets died, the song have failed Yet the meaning is unveiled
Do we need to be among the good? Is there still a hunger for the truth?
We're faking hope, killing faith, Driven by a reckless hate Until we end up endlessly alone. ..!
Daedalus’ son flies no more Without a cause, we're lost for sure No road leads us back to life Our favorite fears came to life The Sun still shining far above No hunger for life and love The Human Saga ended so nice Outside the gates of Paradise
Standing alone at the shores of Styx Balancing the final answer Through the labyrinth of tricks I was both the dance and the dancer No remorse, no regrets Got the prize’s, paid the debts I'm ready...
"There’s still one more task for you One more trick that you must do Maybe the last wake up-call Just before I end it all Speak to your race Read one more line Mock the Grand Illusion One more time!"
Six billion jesters are playing in the scene Acrobats in a show never yet seen Wonderful spirits create a dream, so clean. . . But evil comes over, aggression prevails; you know what I mean. . .
No more music, we broke every string I ts winter again; there might not come a spring The saga is over; we have no more songs to sing But we don't know it, and in the silence we swing...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
