Slipped into another mystery
Corrupted from the start to the end
Binded to each other's soul

Driven towards an unknown path

Left alone within our freak fears

Sordid ways to control our beings
The future, it is consealed
Forced to pray and obey


And the bells begin to chime
Tonight, it is our show time


Again we start to act as if it is written before
But do our souls want to play it anymore?


Playing the pre-arranged overture
Let me play, let me play

Listen to my tears falling down
Let me live, let me live


Lost in a paradox of paranorms
Slaves of freedom are blind
Destruction of salvation comes

Driven into another madness

And the stars begin to shine

Tonight, it is our show time
And the sky begins to cry
As the last hope of freedom dies