Those Landscapes you see
are not made of life at all
they are made of death
they´re like a cancer that´s covering the earth
and everything you see is just
grey walls and wasteland around
I lost my voice I lost my thoughts
and pain is tearing me apart
Heart on ice, this heart on ice
it´s break and frail, so weak and frail
Red light blue light flashing fear
there´s too much stone around here
another door slammed on my face
and you don´t bother to hear
it is dark no noise around me
when I was in this state
Red blood eyes flame in the sky
and walls are breathing by hate
nothing new in the dying sun
and on the western front
a perfect reflection a senseless action
suburban homes you know
I lost my head I lost my faith
and pain is tearing me apart
and everything I see is just
grey walls and wasteland around.
