Lyric by S. Rehbein



Everyone shall rise from the ground

And crane his head to the sun

Tow upwards by an invisible rope

A power which I can’t describe



This fire steadily fanned anew

Seems to have a divine purpose

Just as well can be my own decision

Maybe not supposed to know



Hopes, lies, promises and freedom

Are the ingredients of the anaesthetic

Hopes, lies, promises and freedom

Feeding of the masses



All are slaves of the new world



However never reach the ceiling

Because of new inserted gates

No entry without the right key

Where do I get it?



The grip of control

Is not more like a tender embrace

The new age tyranny

But yet I can’t rid the chains

Because I can’t see them anymore

This is the new age tyranny



The dealt cards are changeless

Believe me!

Freedom of discretion

Impossible!

The scope of the choices

Pathetic!

Left and right

Not more!



Can an upper exist without an under?

How many are not allowed to feel the sun?