Everybody
dies alone
Even
you, follower of trends
Living
a lie, as the intro describes
Full
of need and wants
Not
seeing the fake self inflictions
Never
admit to the weakness in being
Man
seeking and chasing his own shadow
Looking
down, spreading wisdom
Based
on the closed world he lives in
Afraid
of the dark, of the woods at night
You
seek comfort in creating you own tales
Not
having strength to break out fully, to be free
Got
to break out, be me again
Trapped
in a safe cage
Comfort
and ease played it’s course
Time
to go
Everyone
dies alone at last, at least
You
too, fame and richness proven useless
As
parasites do not cling on to a dead host
She
will find a way to survive without you
Provider
of comfort on all levels
Lies
steering you on the wrong path
You
call yourself black, when grey is your name
Afraid
of solitude, never knew the meaning
In
others lie your fake status, in men knowing a sheep
Gutted
and hollow is your reality compared
Living
for gain, the goat lead and you follow
Good
to be king in your own limited world
Alone and powerful
Always plunging into the abyss
Knowing ones destiny
Religious
dogmas shaping your being
Tradition
and rules still pressing
To
be grey one needs faith in the Gods
Fear
of the unknown haunting you
Ruled
by nature, water and winds
He
you adore can surely see what is missing
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