Shadows are twisted and turning,
On the walls of my empty room.
Possess creations mourning,
The chaos we bring, the disorder,
Behind the backroom, works of envy,
From the mirrors evil face.
Still the lost find no shelter from the rain.
Strangers are joining the forces,
Of the creatures behind the wall.
The hatred ruling, colouring,
Inside the machine, in a circle,
We will feel so warm and safe.
See the burning bridges of rejection,
Come and shattering their dreams.
'Cos the system ain't always what it seems.
The clash of the titans is coming,
Yeah, the countdown has begun.
While [?] of darkness of shyness are waiting,
By the high, barbed-wire fence.
The mirage of freedom sinking slowly, dipping into oblivion.
Blinded they stare into the sun.