Walking through deep shadows Between the lots of locked doors That store desired answers On questions we tormented by so long Why we feel so sad Why we break before anything Why we sure that everything is so bad Why we can't move fi change something
Days Are flying by through the time collector Full of mental shadows That stiving to catch the every second Here no lows No politricks No crime and no religion Here is a place where mental shadows lives You're welcome to imagination Of your own Fears Bad thoughts Stereotypes and complexes Sadness It's not the end of list of things That feed the roots here Where lots of locked doors with things behind you could cope with But you have not any chances utill you haven't keys
Here no place to hide No place to run No place to disapointment in things already done All things to come Are more significant In place where mental shadows lives Behind the bans of doors You need in mind conrol to open it You'r welcome to imagination of your own Darkness Emptyness and dim light of hope That comming from the lonely bulb Slowly waggling at the thin rope And shadows seems alive They're playing games with you They are dancing While you are searching everywhere the keys from doors that keeping answers