M A G I C B O X
You’re just sitting with eyes open wide
Having nothing on your mind
And sucking in whatever you find
You’re just staring the box with an open mind
It doesn’t matter what’s outside
It’s a western way of meditation
Detecting your thoughts and mind
There is nothing they can’t find
They are searching for some chain-reactions
They are glad to see that you are
Acting without thinking because
You have become a well-trained robot…
Living in a dream
You’re far away from what is real
And while grasping for the wind
You lock yourself into a cage
Who could set you free
When you cannot see
You created the bars
That hide you from what’s real
Imprisoning you by your own brain
Your life is just an imitation
Of what appears on the screen and
The trick is done!
Venom is injected
Personality defected
The trick is done, sucker!
Living in a dream
You’re far away from what is real
And while grasping for the wind
You lock yourself into a cage
Who could set you free
When you cannot see
Glittering dream-colors hide what’s real
Imprisoning you by your own brain
Maybe someday the worst thing comes true
It all breaks down, nothing to view
The magic box will stand alone
The spell will break, power will be gone. . . . .
Tragedy, the worst nightmare. . .
Yes, it came true
No more lies set in front of you
Magic is over, no control
The spell is broken and gone. . . . |
