There are many fragments, a lot of shreds
Throbbing like some black holes inside the heads
Pictures are whirling through my confused brain
Can't escape the feeling: this world means just pain...
Born to be awake
This is not my way
I have to follow
My special own vein!
Don't believe the words - they lie to you
It's the land of sin - what could you do?
The sentence of mankind is closer day by day
The twilight of the sense comes true by this way
I was born of passion
My senses are driven by intuitions
Which are hidden from the crowds
'Cause they are over the material world
Do you really think we are the chosen ones?
This is not my way... now I leave my former life!
Lives full of death with no chance
To understand the whole essence
Of this all difficult things
We simply call 'being'
This is a mortal ride, you can't live through
Decay rules - why are we so proud?
Who's got the will to alter our fate?
Who cares about the future of this race?
Do you really think we are the chosen ones?...
Born to be awake...