Feelings of my inner sense
Were flowing through my mind
Coming out through my hands
Written down, a thousand lines
Those pages were the mirror of my consciousness
People of all kinds, of all religions
Were judging the emotions in my book, yeah
Interpretation of my words
A religious order claimed their deity was hurt
So they called it, the book of lies
And their verdict was, this man had to die
All the time I have to run
‘Cause they chase me with a gun
I hope, this anguish will disappear
‘Cause all my days are filled with fear
I’m running / I’m hiding / I suffer / I’m dying
Feelings of my inner sense
Were flowing through my mind
Coming out through my hands
Written down, a thousand lines
Are reflections of my consciousness
Searching for a way out of this nightmare
A last resort that gives me peace of mind, yeah
And once again I’ll write those words
With the conclusions drawn
The lessons I have learned
They won’t call it, the book of lies
This book won’t be the cause of my demise
Nevermore I’ll live in sorrow
I’m looking forward for tomorrow
Nevermore I’ll never have to run
Since my new life has begun
I hope I’ll never have to fear
My judgment day that’s coming near
Searching / for answers / the essence /of writing / no more / denying / my inner / voice