The Holy Bible will not give you labyrinth way out In which you seem to be so lost and confused Too speechless to be right and not enough to stay as proud As you were once when you could simply refuse
Lying in dust Losing your real face Lying in dust Life that you can’t betray
From the pit of your greedy soul Comes the strong desire to find the role In the play that will have no end Reoccuring circle made you pretend
Until you’ve gone too far Look at your own reflex Misfortune and rebuff Claiming your death
Drastic Remedies have worked Headache Had been passed away Closed are all your eyes and brains Stillness in your mind remains Picture of loss Every other step forward Is walking just back and forth
From the pit of your greedy soul Comes the strong desire to find the role In the play that will have no end Reoccuring circle made you pretend Every day you give an encore As the audience needs you more Captivating as one you’ve seen Your decision is final scene
Numb For the rest of your life You are just rotting shell To create to destroy To be the one who Dares. Neither peace and nor war Can settle in your soul Always begging for more Eternal quest for ideal