What is left of our world today. Walls have fallen with peace. But walls are build within our hearts. Wars are fought within. A cloak lies over our world. A misery show without an end. The masses follow the masses. The blind will lead the way. To see the colors that rest within your mind. The paradise we seek lies inside. Who's to blame who will lose. Now the dice have been rolled. We must find the guilty ones. Instead of condemning what has been done. Who shall we praise now. When all our gods are gone. Living is not just to live. In a conrete or cardboard box. Think in a carbonized world. Where all has been done before. The thought of a perfect world. On the pile of broken dreams. To see the colors that rest within your mind. The paradise we seek lies behind. Who's to blame who will lose. Now the dice have been rolled. We must find the guilty ones. Instead of condemning what has been done. From the smoking cities we shall rise. And on the ashes we will build. Praying for that one day