What is it like keeping silent falling feared behind You cannot help running with innate fear on your mind Scream in your sleep it may be the ghost of former times Salvage doesn't always come with new day as you wish Can't but vain dreams of the fair Don't say you don't really care What is it like wandering and changing mind with wind You think you've got many friends but who knows what's inside You keep lying spitting empty words again and again You don't care to look around show it to all who're there Can't buy vain dreams of the fair Wanted by forces of the hell They will set a mask right over your head So that they don't have to look at your face They will tie you up so you can't defend Allow you to scream but nobody will care It will perhaps be longest day of your life Despite very few moments it may take When all of your life runs through in your head It will cross your mind that this is the end