standing in the middle of your questions
cold eyes searching for the right way
hard to find the proper decision

unlock the entrance with a broken key

untie the knots on your rope

leave your demons behind
step on the bridge of the hope
what's next never mind


no gods, no saints
no hypocrite friends

just fake illusions
and the ghosts of arrogance


helpful hands were just phony dreams
never learn but eat the lies
past seems like strange empty streets

future is covered by unknown lights

looking back from the bridge of hesitation

hoping to reach the other side
trusting in forgetting and resumption
but nothing's there, just another evil's site


no gods, no saints
no hypocrite friends

just fake illusions
and the ghosts of arrogance