someone stole three days of your life
and told you it’s gonna be ok long sleepless nights
you’ve chosen a doubtful path
you took a turn for the worse
there’s no motherland no god
how things have changed
now your sky is red
you’re paralyzed by fear
a black mark against you
dream-powder maker knows
nobody wants the truth
you’re paralyzed by fear
a black mark against you
there’s no pill from your greed
the clock is ticking tick-tack
hell-like waking hours
haunted by strangers
the air burns, burns up the truth
your special person is not special
dream-powder maker knows
nobody wants the truth