Through our eyes we see
and with our ears we hear...

Foreign countries
fighting for power...

Trapped in a shell of a wounded heart
good thoughts ready to be reversed...

So young
so shy...

I live in the dark. My best friend is out of...
Where should I go? Where should I live? No one...

A borderline between them appear
Sadness gone with the last black tear...

A cold wind passes, the lonesome hearts
the dawn is breaking, I've played my cards...

Blowing in the wind
Familiar voices...

The voices in his head
screaming towards an end...

With honor in his heart
and rage in his hands...

We have all in someway denied
that over time, our soul had died...

Fly away above the skies
Away from all the rotten lies...