…And what you dreamed about Is broken Haven't knwe this real-life You must open Your eyes and your mind too 'Cause you'll be pushed to the floor The war is permenent And you…don't know what to do Livin' in a self created world Where everything has its place This life is srtange for yourself You feel like a srtanger from the past How many pain and death Everywhere Gasping for a little breath You need fresh air Silence and tranquillity You've enough of the needless fight In your worst nightmares you often hear cries Desperate screams from the ocean of time No, you're not free You are a slave Of a higher power And some autocracies Where is the pleasure In the darkest times? What kind of voices Do you hear at night? There is one chance to comprehend the substance And the line is very straight that leads from light to darkness Obscurity / Certainty Time has come to choose between them Mortality / Eternity You've to decide where you wanna belong! …And what you dreamed about… No, you're not free… Where is the pleasure… Permanent war…Interim pleasure Permanent war…Interim pleasure