I need a lot something,
Something that I still don't know,
Meanwhile me alive hunting,
Doing of the fast the slow
I look inside of me, and I hear the screams,
And think if all this exists in another worlds,
And a drop of hope springs from the source in me,
The voice tells me that I don't need die to learn,

What would of the light be without the darkness?
Would there be angels without the demons?
The pleasure is in the search, not in the conquest.
And just the nothing is eternal
Look inside you, and maybe you find
The window of the soul, and sees around

All your masks looking for you
But now you know what to do
Look inside you, and maybe you find.
The window of the soul, and sees around.
All yours masks looking for you
But now you know what to do.

What would of the light be without the darkness?
Would there be angels without the demons?
The pleasure is in the search, not in the conquest.
And just the nothing is eternal
Look inside you, and maybe you find.
The window of the soul, and sees around.
All your masks looking for you.
But now you know what to do.