All our life have been living lies
Locked inside your false paradise
Your problem is you're too blind to see
You have false illusions of being free
Catch up on reality
You're living in a dream
Your mind is twisted
Nothing is what it seems

CHORUS
It all comes clearer as the smokescreen falls
You open up your ears
To hear my calls then you'll know what your need
Can't tell that the dust of angels leeds you straight to hell

To play the game you must pay the cost
But you'll be long gone before you're lost
Then you'll be trapped in a giant web
And some sunny day you'll end up dead