Brought up as the chosen ones Shot down when we are still young Tied down by invisable chains From all of this life's strains Reach out for hope But getting just smoke
Violent sounds. Disturbing sights Masked men walk by The autumn leaves are gone. Freedom birds no longer fly and what we hear In a solemn darkness Is a fading sign.
Sensations in our minds Lost in ourselves Taking a ride We're looking for somewhere to hide Living our illusions Lost within the tide Drifting in a dividе.