Telescopic corridors like veins are leading you away And you are sliding along Lost in a maze After your illusory aim
All you knew has been left behind. Fear is your only companion, Holding you in its grip, And you are clambering up higher and higher Your mind in agony longs to break free Through the shining wide-opened eyes
This is a will to see This is a will to be The word that will never be spoken But the meaning of which is clear
This is a will to know To open the closed door To look beyond the bounds And who will dare to stop him?
Stroboscopic flickering lights Victims of their own way Voices like echoes Blown by the wind
Damnation, confession, salvation, illusion … Their words gave no solution They are already dead, left far behind Gruesome pain is running through your body Scared with a razor of years You are ascending the steps one by one
To open the last door To see just emptiness The faces of those you left behind Surround you to take your final breath To finish your ascent Up the steps that go down