And all the things I have done
They don't seem to have felt without light
And all the time I spent

I walked and cried with this shadow beside me

But maybe I should still fight
Make any sense
Something to believe in
Have my purpose
Every naive man is a dreamer
An adventurer
In whom all his journey's are illusions

The true will always be stoned
Show what his truth do lies
Privileged is the one who
See the cruelty that never dies

The more you understand about the life
Is harder to live it
I see the light in the dark of night, and desire
For filling in empty hearts

But maybe I should still fight
Make any sense
Something to believe in
Have my purpose
Every naive man is a dreamer
An adventurer
In whom all his journey's are illusions

The true will always be stoned
Show what his truth do lies
Privileged is the one who
See the cruelty that never dies

But maybe I should still fight
Make any sense
Something to believe in
Have my purpose
Every naive man is a dreamer
An adventurer
In whom all his journey's are illusions

The true will always be stoned
Show what his truth do lies
Privileged is the one who
See the cruelty that never dies

The true will always be stoned
Show what his truth do lies
Privileged is the one who
See the cruelty that never dies