where did we came from

where will we go - straight through insanity

chaos within - but a greater strength of sens

what to think ? - even the smallest truth !

The smallest truth ...



I will search but till now I growl in dust

the light shall find the way to blind my eyes

all of that seems to me either my grave or my throne

my grave or my throne in eternity



love, what's love ? not to die to keep away the pain from

you and your little fantasy world

maybe never I will reach my aim

but I'll suffer even for the smallest truth



the light refuses me to see it clear but the answer seems so near

the questions are the false and my mind is too discord

ones I ask my god to give a tear, but the laughing peals a year

the angels sneering shy and the blood spills from the sky



send me a sign or tearing me apart

what's your secret disguise