Is it true or is a lie?
Is it fear or is not?
You shed another tear,
You shed a human blood...
Is it fair or is not?
Is this a dreamed land?
Land of confusion,
Land of illusion,
Land of insanity,
Land of lost humanity…
Is this the fear we hide?
Is this the monster we ride?
Is this the forgotten pain
Of the existence in vain?
Is this the wind of fate
Or a fragment of remaining hate?
Is it the soul just an illusion,
Is there something with a conclusion,
Is there a monster
Hidden in a darken place,
There the sun cannot blaze?
Where is the glory,
That blazed in your eyes?
Is there another story
About stolen illusions,
About hate and confusions,
About pain and lies?
Can you betray me again?
Can you sell me as a slave?
Can you treat me as a fool?
But I’m just a saint
Drawn with paint;
I’m just a sinner
With a sanctum inner.
