Senses are dim failing to see and to feel
fragments of chance listing still incomplete
Reaching for signs flashing the way-ay
Walking the line slipping away-ay
Groping through spaces in search for the link
meeting in silence - spattering ink
organized structures escaping the chaos by chance
Locked in the dream chasing the tumbling dice
ordering new kaleidoscope altering view
Reaching for signs ...
Groping through spaces in search for the link
meeting in silence - spattering ink
organized structures escaping the chaos by chance
Here they come to the meeting in no man's land
welcome to the adventures of second hand
Horrors and hopes in my eyes
casting their shadows on life
accumulate visions of chance
fortune will show me it's plan
Out of the darkness a cry
faces appear and pa** by
colours and pressure increase
possibly life will be ceased (rest in peace!?)