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Man thinks he is the crown of god's creation
He thinks he can control everything to please his soul
When we don't know real love
And find no answer above
We're alone, build an own shelter of fantasy

We found heaven we found hell
In illusionary fields
When we need a little spell
We need illusionary fields

Sometimes beauty's a beast
And like a whore on duty she simulates
Paradise in a land of lies
Sometimes too blind to see
That love and lust don't agree
We adore this whore and turn to fantasy

We found heaven we found hell
In illusionary fields
When we need a little spell
We need illusionary fields
Man thinks he is the crown of god's creation   He thinks he can control everything to please his soul   When we don't know real love   And find no answer above   We're alone, build an own shelter of fantasy      We found heaven we found hell   In illusionary fields   When we need a little spell   We need illusionary fields      Sometimes beauty's a beast   And like a whore on duty she simulates   Paradise in a land of lies   Sometimes too blind to see   That love and lust don't agree   We adore this whore and turn to fantasy      We found heaven we found hell   In illusionary fields   When we need a little spell   We need illusionary fields