Lock me up from the rest of the world
But I’m
Welcome to my exhibition
Welcome to my hell
Upon the altar lies
My
What do we know about our past?
Abducted souls in cold
Fear of living - afraid of dying
I fall deeper into
Turn the sail after the wind
You take the easy way
Beyond TV-terror
Human shutdown
Selective mind
A collective kind – So frail
Freedom with a shotgun wound
You like to take it
Know what
Living and dying laughing and crying
Once you have seen
I feel the shivers running down my spine
It wakes the
I run to hide from myself
But I can’t stray from
