Illdisposed Inner Interest

Like storm. days are revolving on their path This world is dying every time I'm poor, my hand isn't lying Jealousy is what i feel When i see the others Waiting eyes I can do anything But there is still no justice for me I can do anything This time do

.. time's running out- .. could you rush a little- .. you are running out of time- .. hurry up with your work- .. the deadline is close- .. get your job done- .. there's no time to lose- .. have you finished yet? The clock is ticking Time presses. yo

The sound binds me to reality least at all Rather mechanically than by ideas- It penetrates deep down in the soul Like vibrant harmony's enclosed rattle You're enslaved by your own reality There's nothing to do against it, You cannot loose your whole

It doesn't proclaim war Against the sin anymore It let's the right of the reality Against the suffering And leaves behind The delusions performed by ideas Posing the problem is realistic Its through over all good and bad By giving the testiness of se

What kind of mystery will i reveal? What kind of dogma will i enforce? The beginning of insanity i feel The realm of strange sins alter my course What kind of vanishing illusions? What kind of elevated, holy belief? A huge room of restless reflection

... and the devil is in our house He's reaching out with invisible hands To catch the deepest thoughts That we hide deep inside The system works so well A high-tech world built On the ancient rocks To serve this creeping warfare Between two brain-was