here behind the walls
time doesn't run so fast.
box with the perfect souls
poisoned with bloody lust.
here bihind the pain
nobody wants to see,
they just fall down again,
but their minds are not free.
all that they want is love,
love of invisible kings
that is for them enough
they wanna pray and sing,
they wanna kill and destroy,
only for god's sake,
as with the gates of Troy
got people such a fake.
and every chapter of life
they find another belief
frauding themselves to survive,
and humiliate to relief.
here behind the voice
people are perfectly deaf
dreaming about their choice,
singing and waiting for death.
here behind the truth
here in stuffy rooms
they have just nothing to lose,
bringing the Earth to the doom.
what's going on in their heads?
where do run all these roads?
all human gods are dead,
all human kings are gods.