|
Turn to the dark face of your creation
Feel the pain inside our lonely souls
Don't you think it was the great deception
And now it's time to do the hardest move
Wisdom is something we don't fight for
Always were the ones to bow and fear
Life is becoming a strange land
Where men live and die in solitude
Take me to another land
Where men are strong
And there's no holy word
Awake me in another land
Where men are bold
And there's no need for God
It's time for us to go beyond you
It's time for us to reach what we deserve
Nothing will bring us on our knees again
Nothing will make us die for an image
These are the sons of humiliation
We will not stand this threat again
Your paradise is long ago forgotten
As we prefer to live... on our own
(by Dickinson)
|
|
