| Cought in neverland, no purpose to be seen
|
| There’s no point of destination
|
| Neverending wastelands, such a wicked odyssey
|
| Don’t know what we have done wrong
|
| Lead us back to Rome to follow you again
|
| Bring you the power, get salvation
|
| I know less than all but more
|
| than many who know less
|
| I know it’s keeping us strong
|
| And while they are pulling strings
|
| While they are in command
|
| They’re hanging on strings
|
| And fate they do commend into another hand
|
| Cought in neverland, heat and fire, snow and ice
|
| They call nether world what we call a paradise
|
| Cought in neverland and their spirits cannot rise
|
| From the nether world, they can’t see a paradise
|
| And the Roman whore, the masters and the slaves
|
| Raging on without they don’t know
|
| Good intentions on their minds
|
| Can’t ask for why they bow out
|
| Lead us to Eden, judge those who bite off more
|
| than they can chew to serve, without they ask
|
| Or call in doubt the ask
|
| Cought in neverland, heat and fire, snow and ice
|
| They call nether world what we call a paradise
|
| Cought in neverland and their spirits cannot rise
|
| From the nether world, they can’t see a paradise
|
| Cought in neverland in the place of many eyes
|
| Make it be what they are allowed to realize
|
| Cought in neverland, heat and fire, snow and ice… |