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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