Can you see the walls all around Can you feel the strings right on your arms Can you hear the roar of the crowd They're all waiting for their dreams to come alive
Will you drink that bitter cup of wine To the dregs of regrets remorse and lies The air is cold and it's freezing your mind The room is dark and you can see no way out
We lost the key But still we're waiting For the answers
We lost our words But still we speak And still we argue
We learnt to cry We learnt to hide We learnt to lie We learnt to die
Take me away from this hideous madness Far from the Asylum of Eden
We are all prisoners in a gilded cage Waiting for our destiny Betrayed by our beloved gods Why should we care about what we'll become in the end We have nothing left to lose and even less to gain
Can you hear that voice in your head Telling you what to think, to feel, to say Don't you know that you lost your free will Long ago, thrown to vultures, gods and devils
Can you feel how they're controlling your mind You're the toy of a temperamental child But you're trapped with no hope and no way out Welcome to the Asylum of Eden
We lost our mind But still we hope For our redemption
We lost our faith But still we hope For our salvation
We learnt to howl We learnt to whine We learnt to fight We learnt to die
Let me escape from the walls Surrounding my mind Let me have a dream That's really mine
We are all prisoners in a gilded cage Waiting for our destiny Betrayed by our beloved gods Why should we care about what we'll become in the end We have nothing left to lose and even less to gain
We lost our gods But still we strive To stay alive
We lost our dream But still we're looking For its meaning
We learnt to hope We learnt to love
Let us deny the shadows Surrounding our dreams We will find a way to overcome our fears
We are all prisoners in a gilded cage Waiting for our destiny Betrayed by our beloved gods Why should we care about what is to come in the end We have nothing left to lose but forever hope remainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.