| Would you like to be the one
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| Would you like to be renowned?
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| A silent rage can pave the way
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| Can keep the coldness in your eyes
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| Weak and chased into the light
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| And just a heartless smile away
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| They all believe in what I seem to be
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| So I must keep this face alive
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| This is a world of anger and hate
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| We dream of heaven but we live in hell
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| Now and again — now the feeling is over again — with a lie
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| You can always pretend it’s alright and fine
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| Could you help me to fight when danger is high?
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| When my honesty fades away
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| Who’s afraid to be alive again?
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| What in me — what is deep in my mind?
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| What if the danger makes me feel I could die?
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| Still in my head what makes be this way
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| And what can ease the blame inside
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| Too much hate too many oppositions
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| But the order was to win somehow
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| I believe there is a place to be
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| People get along without a trace of baseness
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| This is a world of anger and hate
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| We put our faith in hell’s array
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| We dream of heaven but we live in hell
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| Now the feeling is over again — though I try
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| Could you help me to find my way out of the ice
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| That has frozen the dream of a warm summer night
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| Can I offer myself to you?
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| I believe that I can learn to feel
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| What is in me — what’s behind my eyes?
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| Is it a dream within a lost paradise?
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| If I could feel — if I could feel ashamed
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| I lose my faith within a thousand lies
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| All my life could be the final lie… |