Из альбома: Torment of Transformation
Tear me up
No sorrow
My instance is a claim for consequence
'cause I believe 'till I know better
Somehow it's up to me to ring a chance
The mug is on his way
My instance saws on my own two legs
I'm begging please
Let me awake
hear my instance calling
It comes out from nothing
Time to bother others
To muffle up tradition
Let me hear something
Give me strength to dance is spirits better chance
The mug is on his way
My instance saws on my own two legs
I'm begging please
Let me awake
Hear my instance calling
Hear my recall
It's only for you
Imaging idle forever lost
New order's ending
Traditional view
Time is up to face it
Time is up to conquer truly
Back to the beginning
Trust in something I once lost
I fear nothing
'cause the mug is on my lips
I look at crossroads
To believe in
Or tangle up in sorrow
I split into two
Far I see him walking
While I am on my way
The mug is here to stay
My instance saws on my own two lips
I'm begging please
Let me awake
Let me find the entrance
Hope
No sick day by day
I have to stay
On my own to legs
I know I'm on my way
Let me awake
Hear my instance calling