Were they end aint reality seeking deaper and deaper construct to the side of your fate all erase things compassion fightings is hard convertible the
[Music: Hanner / Lyrics Wenngrenn] The silence ends with a thunderclap The sky turns black again A roar from the sky Makes the silence feel so wonderful
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A glimpse over this field of sorrow It's more than meets the eye But in the eye of the beholder It's telling secrets and a lie There is no room for mistakes
Questions remain unanswered The will to prevail grows stronger To now know becomes a failure Proceeding with blindfolded eyes it seems Impossible to
Invested everything in expectations Gave away it all Infested is the outcome But still it's craving for more Consideration is What is feeding it An everlasting
When everything's pushed to the verge Frequently, impatient And you are searching for a way out Transparent, indistinct Not always so obvious The true
The world moved out of my mind I made it fiction When I should have given it time But still there was no caution Acting like someone else Restraining
Embrace the darkness As the night appears A time I no longer fear I inhale the cold air and feel how it's soothing my soul one last time Banned from
So much in vain you might think When it's over everything is lost Too late to negotiate Accept or regret it What once was so cold Is melting and vanishing
Everything can lose its meaning Sometimes there is a reason why Words on the screen... Those words on the screen Revealing something and still Telling
Alternate reality Digging deeper and deeper Construct emptiness Out of nothingness And erase the compassion Fragments in time Moments irreplaceable What
Walking the streets of nowhere A stroll in the dark alone Unwilling to be seen Unlikely to be known If making the problem visible Then urging for a solution
The experimental lust Should have been the warning itself Instead it quenched the thirst And the life of the ignorant Unrestrained is the pain What can
Behold here lies the godless world of defiance as fragile walls These shallow ties of blood are already destined by time Unfold the endless wave of decadence
When you infuse that feeling of guilt Claim your authorship of the world A brightened orchard of truth To burn your trenchant eyes Your supremacy breaks
Towards the line that separates life from death Marching towards the freedom that you think you will win Heroes behind cowardly creations gives no respect
The giddiness refuses to loose its grip on my mind I am thrown down on the ground again and again in absence of balance Hunted by no one, but in the same