They donīt really know
A life been cut by many knives
Descibes the way Iīve choosen
I have heard a lot of lies
And now the gorge has cloven
So I fall - deep down a scream
Above īcan see a lively scene
Many faces are there - leaning
Looking down to watch my destiny
and endlessly
Iīm falling in eternity
The faces there are acquaintances
Well, I bet they seem to be
But indeed theyīre phantasies
The paintings in my mind I see
And they donīt really know what was
And what soon will be
So I think they are no loss
Because not knowing me
Now, thatīs my whole life
Iīm always falling down
Donīt wonder when I will arrive
īcause falling is my crown
No other meaning Iīd prefer
īcause I know itīs true
That my sense is - I refer
To noone but to you
And they donīt really know what was
And what soon will be
So I think they are no loss
Because not knowing me
Will you never leave my side
And always fall with me?
īcause anywhen thereīll be a light
Iīm sure we soon will see
The ground is comming near to us
īcause there must be an aim
Canīt you feel the crawling lust
Of forever beeing the same?
Youīre the one who knows what was
And what soon will be
We should start to hold the cross
Leading us to see...
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