Here we dig the graves for the diseased.
Here we rest our heads in peace..
A no-mans-land...
A bewildered castle of sand...
A thing we release..
from the tops of our heads...

Oh dearest..
Are we struck with melancholy...
What has been doesn't have to be...
What was won't be again...
When are we gonna get to begin..

Struck by lightning I guess..
On an island of conquest...
Questions and confusion..
Remaining in delusion...
What visions arise..
From the ashes of ice...

A filter over a mirror of truth..
A mother, a father, a child..
Lost, begone, bewildered.
Simple hard times.
Who will sooth..
This untamed boy..
Raised by the trees,
Raised by the wolves....

No money can gain this level..
where rain stops to hit the streets...
So others are different from me...
Why should I care...
Why should I lie...
As if I should say...
I take it day by day...
As if...
As if I know no pain...
As if I play a game...
In a lie I remain...
Because lies are also the truth..
If that is what it takes..?
Give me a few bricks and I'll build it...
Climbing stairs to illusion...
Cause the illusion is just as real...
What we see and what we feel...