My future is somber and so are my eyes
When the lights turn on, this marks the end of time
The choice of a new generation is choking in my mind
But something new borns when something old dies
Day by day I search for the absolute truth
The knowledge of mankind to become an oracle from a fool
Days turning to weeks, weeks turning to months
Changing colors from an underdog into a God
Unchain yourself from the temporal power
And you will finally be free
My future was somber and so were my eyes
But when the lights turned on
It marked the start of a new life
The lust for a new generation is filling my mind
Something new borns when something old dies
Unchain yourself from the temporal power
And you will finally be free
Free from your mental slavery from serving time
To have all the time you need