There is a secret world somewhere in time far away
I have to visit that silent place day after day
I have some memories from a better age
But I won't ruin myself by simple rage
I belong to this sick tribe called human race
I think: it's not the good time and not the good place
Another way what I need
I want to step outside this lifeform
I would like to be above to
Human shallowness
Is this a real misanthropy?
Or is it just the perfect projection
Of my hate and my disguist
Of miserable crowds
Fallibility / Incredulity / Hypocrisy
It's time to leave that's all behind
We are...
We are the ulcer on the corpse of earth
Sentenced to death
We are the only self-destroy machine
The beginning of the end
Pure misanthropy...
We've forgotten the old past
But mention must be made
Of those eternal wisdoms
Which are nowadays just remains
Let's create
And rise again
From the swamp of standardized crowd!
Another way what I need
I wan to step outside this lifeform
I want to find the only way
To entirety
Fallibility / Incredulty / Hypocrisy
It's time to leave this all behind
Well I prefer creating my own world
If I've problems, there I try to search for solving
There is a secret world somewhere in time far away
I have to visit that silent place day after day
I belong to this sick tribe called human race
But it's another time and another place
Another age... |
