Dying dream

Let me open my eyes and never see that dream
Let me close my ears and never hear that scream
Let me leave my life and never feel that pain
Let me trust those words again...

I feel that I`m the one, who knows
The sence of life. I can`t beleave myself
But even if I knew those wisard`s words
I wouldn`t dare to say how they are spelled

I look for the truth, but I see the crucifix
I can`t say that Christ was a human bein
And some of V.I.P. are not the kind of mrX
But our consiousness is a killing machine

Our hearts are all dead, our hands are in blood,
Our eyes are as blind as we never could see
Our brains have filled somebody`s purple mug
And I wonder whoose a hell that mug could be?

I want to get from this world a freedom of mind
I want to telll everybody words forbidden to tell
I can feel that all we are stilll rather blind
To get the point that world is getting to hell.