Sunstorms and a fallen prophecy;
Beliefs that are mystery to me.
Cup of faith is falling down...


Where do you find, those tiny grains of life,
that they call "truth"?

What do they see, in their lucid dreams?
Are you just tool, of some grand fraud?
Faith misguided, makes world blinded.


Open mind, but still so hard to see.
What's behind those words of wisdom you speak.

Illusion you refuse to break, how much more can you take?

Where do we find, those guidelines of life,

are we just tool, of some grand fraud?
Faith misguided, makes world blinded.


Deep within yourself,
you will find the truth.