The day'll be grey? It said //
I've got to chase the early rising sun next day? //
To look for the highest place to rest and stay? //
Don't understand the bodyless voice! //
»Your brain-frightening?!«
I think I have to flee from here //
Don't dare to chase the early rising sun one day //
Or am I condemned forever in try //
To break the rules of fools? //
»They will exist without decay!«
The rules survive all skeletons and passing-bells //
Whose pinball-wizzard do I have to play //
To be ravished and plundered and ripped up //
And hidden by supernatural voices inside my frightened brain.
The murderer's hand is ruling human life //
And I do question my surrender //
I do not want - just to survive - //
Forever fear her squeezing me as rough as tender.
She is the one as light as heat //
She burns the shadow's outline harder //
She lives by bearing life indeed //
We live, we die! - but don't seem ever to regard her.
Time starts to burn my sinner - skin //
NOW! shall I flee or shall I try to follow?
Are my conditions wise enough to win? //
Or are the idol's eyes adoring me because I am as weak as hollow?
The human flesh is chasing superficial glory //
The crashing light impress burnin', dyin' eye //
That is how rare has been experience in history //
To raise the mind in wisdom instead of learning how to kill and die.
This day did nearly pass like all the others //
Only a deeper doubt arose in me //
I'll search the place on upper dyin' covers //
Just to control, or do I try to make you trust in me?
I think I have to flee from here //
Don't dare to chase the early rising sun one day //
Or am I condemned forever in try //
To break the rules of fools?
Wasted time, grey light //
Proclaim my duty //
To be prepared for final mistake!
