(C. Beck / R. Mußbach)
Verse 1
When your memory is signed to the dastard false-faced nation of the corruptive
your imaginary friends want to teach you 'bout the void and the instructive
misunderstanding in your eyes to the aspects of the wise - i don't know you do
cold hearted eyes, bold perky lies to obey men with red ties - i don't think it's you
Refrain:
in the time of depression i say
that the knowledge it's wiser to pray
than to turn back the precious in war
is the end of the law
Verse 2
you are forced to go that way to the fading in contemptious world of fake - i go
your opinion does not count you do the fading to the black you're in this world - i know
blurred sight you wander will-less and abulic in the dark and you resignate
you just follow this grey herd, you don't question what you've heard until it escalates.
Verse 3:
In the argument your blossom is the failure of the void then you come to me.
self satisfied you pick your price in the thick of fight feeling you are right to be
spured on by lies the victim cries and the bigger brother spies - i don't want that too
we trusted guys not worth to prise and the traitor still retrys - i can't stand no more