1. KEEP CALM

Walls around my head
Holding a thick darkness inside
Worsening my insanity
As a knife cutting deeper
Into an open sore
Like acid flowing into my veins

Cold drops of sweat
Trickling down my back
Slowly fainting
Poisoned by my own bitterness

Trying to keep calm
Barely seeing through a fog of hate
Crushing my heart of stone
Trying to keep calm
Barely seeing through a fog of hate
Burning and ravaging
My heart of stone

Will I ever get through this?
Will the fire consuming my mind ever go out?


2. BLIND MEMORIES

Losing my heart, losing my soul
Emptiness behind, walk through the door
Find my secret, and kill my dreams
Shamelessly, impudently, destroy my things

Grounded in our heavenly place
Protected from the disturbance
Of this hostile world
Living together for life

I'm torn from the inside, dominated by fear
Wishing to reappear
I wait for the call of the storm
To escape from this hole

Faked, desecration, uncovered deception
Blind memories
This story will forever be a mystery

Faked, desecration, uncovered domination
Blind memories
You scarred my soul, now stand up and fight

Waltz on a melody, and watch reality
Unable to be aware of the imminent tragedy
Trapped, clueless, not knowing what to do
Breaking down, in disbelief


3. STARVING FOR REASON

You're force-feeding my mind with lies
And making me addicted
To meaningless obsessions
You're contemplating masses on their knees
And feeling a shameless satisfaction

I no longer believe the prophecies
I'm starving for reason
But trying harder
To knock down the walls
Will lead me
To the cemetery

I'm obeying to a worthless dictator
And I'm listening to his words
Like a child listens to his father
He is making me believe
And making me follow

I am addicted
To meaningless obsessions
Trying harder to knock down the walls


4. WITHIN THE JAIL OF THE UNFORTUNATE

Beyond forests and rivers
At a place that no one knows
Only the moon can witness
The distress of that hopeless man

Relaxed by the soft rain
Scared by the crackling sound
Of wind in the trees
The Unfortunate takes a rest
In his land of loneliness
Believing that his life
Is the best he could ever have
And that escaping in his refuge
Will forever bring him cure
To his strongest pain

Complacent about his denial
He strives to find
Fulfilment through escape

Tempting to heal his biggest wound
And finding refreshment
By breathing a sweet pure air
Under dark green leaves

Standing far away from
The senseless uproar
And the cruel judgement
Of the common people

He trapped himself into
The darkest, most beautiful jail
The jail of the Unfortunate