we are the children. we want to sleep. we want to stay these dreams after death
we are the children or we are the sheep you're our parents or shepherds or wolves you are the enemies, this fact is exact but does it mean the end of all lies? i don't know
we saw deception before we learned your language we was clear but helpless you was alert and hurried to veil our eyes, our minds it seems like you try to make us happy but wretched we become. wretched we become. wretched we become! you lie, you lie, you lie we know. we're sure.
children wanna sleep. we see the dreams you can't realize. this is our innermost wish to stay in this slumber when we will die
another world...
please don't rock our beds!
the world you've built is not for us and you're afraid of changes so hard time is on our side but your program is in our blood like a virus
this is war inside our souls the battle never stops every moment we sculpture from ourselves what we still don't know but sometimes we freeze and hear in silence voice of our wings it invites us to fly so high
...when death slowly conquers the brain tissue cell by cell the new parts of concience is getting released from mysterious depths death seems like a highest point of bliss that is reached through the pain so we run from enslavement of our minds and reality that we cannot change