A poor man who lost his soul   A servant without goal   A breed made to live the day   Nirvana far away      The passion for a chosen life   The purpose of the dream   A dead man but still alive   No heart in a machine      These days, strange days   The heart and soul, where is the fire?   These days, strange days   And I am feeling like a soul survivor      A poor man who lost his son   His love for life to carry on   The wind will take him where it blows   Nirvana never shows      The hunger for a higher life   A full creative mind   Is now a long forgotten dream   Self-chosen to be blind      These days, strange days   The heart and soul, where is the fire?   These days, strange days   And I am feeling like a soul survivor      A poor man who lost his son   His love for life to carry on   The wind will take him where it blows   Nirvana never shows      The hunger for a higher life   A full creative mind   Is now a long forgotten dream   Self-chosen to be blind      These days, strange days   The heart and soul, where is the fire?   These days, strange days   And I am feeling like a soul survivor      These days, strange days   Where is the fire?   These days, strange days   And I am feeling like a soul survivor      So confused