There is a secret worl somewhere in time far away
I have to visit that silent place day after day
I have some memories from a better age
But I won't ruin myself by simple rage

I belong to this sick tribe called human race
I think: it's not the good time and not the good place

Another way what I need
I wanna step outside this lifeform
I wold like to be above to
Human shallowness

Is this a real misanthropy?
Or is it just the perfect projection
Of my hate and my disguist
Of miserable crowds

Fallibility / Incredulity / Hypocrisy

It's time to leave that's all behind

We are…

We are ulcer on the corpse of earth
Sentenced to death
We are the only self-destroying machine
The beginning of the end

Now listen to me!

We've forgotten the old past
But mention must be made
Of those eternal wisdoms
Which are nowadays just remains

Let's create
And rise again
From the swamp of standarized crowd!

Another way what I need
I wanna step outside this lifeform
I want to find the only way
To entirety

Fallibility / Incredulty / Hypocrisy

It's time to leave this all behind

Well I prefer created my own world
If I've problems, there I try to search for solving

There is a secret worl somewhere in time far away
I have to visit that silent place day after day
I belong to this sick tribe called human race
But it's another time time and another place
Another age…