Where is love and its destruction?
Where is euphoria?
Where is depression?
Where is the country of our senses,
Of every beat, of every breath?
Where is addiction born?
In the labyrinths of our imagination.
Half dazzled, half visionaries,
Under the banner of now or never,
There's no answer to your questions,
Only a vast sea of doubts.
Where does it howl, the animal that keeps alive,
What we once were?
Where is real love?
In the labyrinths of our imagination.
In the labyrinths of our imagination.
If we're asleep or if we're sedated,
If we're the living dead or only slaves,
And there's no answer to your questions,
Only a turbulent sea of doubts.
Where is real love?
Where is love?
In the labyrinths of our imagination.
In the labyrinths of our imagination.
In the labyrinths of our imagination.