| Can you hear the voices
|
| They are calling from inside
|
| Wanna whisper little secrets
|
| That you try so hard to hide
|
| Can’t jump over your shadow,
|
| An inner-distance keeps you back
|
| The honest man inside still dreaming
|
| And some pain starts streaming
|
| An open book with empty sites mean nothing,
|
| Eyes that 're staying blind see nothing
|
| Of ourselves the secrets of our lifes
|
| Some angels from the past
|
| Reminding us of days that last
|
| Times that made us what we are
|
| Some future devils’s hate
|
| The cause for fear of our own fate
|
| There is a bar preventing the unburdened way
|
| An open book with empty sites mean nothing
|
| Eyes that 're staying blind see nothing
|
| Of ourselves the secrets that we keep
|
| Wanna close my eyes
|
| Drowning in an endless sleep
|
| Glittering mouldy stains
|
| Turning into stars so deep
|
| Faces, pale white skin drained of vital energy
|
| Turn into the ones beloved in my memory
|
| A simulated compromise means nothing
|
| A speech with empty words is nothing
|
| Nothing but a waste of our time |