Voices

Can you hear the voices

they are calling from inside

Wanna whisper little secrets

that you try so hard to hide

Can't jump over your shadow,

an inner-distance keeps you back

The honest man inside still dreaming

and some pain starts streaming

An open book with empty sites mean nothing,

eyes that 're staying blind see nothing

of ourselves the secrets of our lifes

Some angels from the past

reminding us of days that last

Times that made us what we are

Some future devils's hate

the cause for fear of our own fate

There is a bar preventing the unburdened way

An open book with empty sites mean nothing

eyes that 're staying blind see nothing

Of ourselves the secrets that we keep

Wanna close my eyes

drowning in an endless sleep

Glittering mouldy stains

turning into stars so deep

Faces, pale white skin drained of vital energy

Turn into the ones beloved in my memory

A simulated compromise means nothing

a speech with empty words is nothing

Nothing but a waste of our time