I'm not myself,
My track is lost,
I'm drowned
In sand-grains of time -
I fell to the bottom,
And the metronome
Is counting in silence.
While everybody is waiting
For the Truth to come
The holy Lie
Sounds more and more sincere
And avoids eye contact,
And poison of temptation
Is embittering my soul.
I've done it all
And I've left it all behind,
There are almost no rules
In my game,
And my hero
Is breaking ranks,
He is asking for trouble.
I rid myself of dreams and revelations,
In the hands of fate
Is my salvation,
My main nerve
Is threaded through the eye of a needle,
Extremely exposed.
The one everlasting,
Illusory, passing by
Will manage to guard me -
Such is the commonplace storyline
Of all the religions.
She is faithful
To me
And by me
Is betrayed,
And she's fully experienced
Birth and death
In every moment.