Dreams coming from soul's depths. So frozen like a lie coming from a who*e's mouth Can't you see? We are deep in the dark dull of uncertainty Walking it's never ending path Look at this certainty of existence Look in their minds all over It makes me sick just to know that I have not enough time to get old But this feeling grows in my own soul only [Chorus] Logic wanders out of it's natural environment And men who lost it believe they're free Their hearts so cruel, ruthlessness in their eyes Entraps their substance, preventing them to have a chance On a last call for reaction Look at this horrible picture Here comes the "Game Over" but no one sees that It makes me sick just to know That they have no time to understand And provocatively they ignore the whole senseless fact Who's able to see the truth? Who's able to change the ways? Who's able to make a child to laugh in his dark nightmares By changing them to folktales... It's so easy to become a fatalist Considering that everything around is unchangeable I see the dread inside everyone's soul Although they want to pa** of cogent Some laughs full of irony are enough For a kind who calls itself Human But when the circle of ravage will be complete I'd love to see everyone's pa**ion for deliverance Logic wanders out of it's natural environment And men who lost it believe they're free Their hearts so cruel, ruthlessness in their eyes Entraps their substance, preventing them to have a chance On a last call for reaction