You ask questions any time thrust of knowledge in your eyes and the fire deep inside is destined to smother soon isn't to last long
In a world where money rules people loose identity and the wise men on the hills taking gold for bad advise but those answers are still lies
Lay your head down on my shoulder human everything but free we are victims of our instincts feel the sunset I foresee
Every day it's getting colder (...)
Show me wisdom, where's new hope long ago our roots have turned into stone, nobody knew do you understand the loss? now you understand the loss, loss, loss
Lay your head down on my shoulder human everything but free we are victims of our instincts feel the sunset I foresee