Lucid Times

1. A song for those

Who have wasted all

The love for life and inner beauty

The medley of the

Archived values

To ease for a second

The weight of torrid world

Spread your wings, do not look back

2.

Poetic justice

Denied and feared

Gladly coped

With crocodile's tears

Like witches burned

The humble and the poor

Lunacy and heresy

Burned by the mob at dawn

Now break your shackles and fly

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Gift of life turned into

Battered routine

Cry in the crowd

The fragments of solace

Blown by the wind

Like ash of the urn dies

Burn-out race

"Behold from above and below,

the anguish on a path called life.

Tiny figures strive to survive

Oppressed by suicidal pride."

IN THE END THE WAY TO REDEMPTION

WAS JUST A DAYDREAM - NAIVE MIRAGE

AND FOR THE BLIND A TRAIL OF RAZORS,

WHERE EVERY STEP BRINGS PAIN AND ANGER

Could I please have emotions?

Could we please have needs once more?

If we just open our hearts

Maybe there's hope for us again

I ask you to join me in this dance

In the alley of shattered dreams

We're not alone in this cold place

Where blessed are the insane

We build our sanctuaries

Se deep within our hearts

3.

A song for those

Who gave up the hope

It's not unheard of

to be doubtful and ashamed

Now take my hand

Look me in the eyes

We are safe now

If we just stay together

Now sing it, sing like a star!

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