Brought up as the chosen ones
Shot down when we are still young
Tied down by invisable chains
From all of this life's strains
Reach out for hope
But getting just smoke
Violent sounds. Disturbing sights
Masked men walk by
The autumn leaves are gone.
Freedom birds no longer fly
and what we hear
In a solemn darkness
Is a fading sign.
Sensations in our minds
Lost in ourselves
Taking a ride
We're looking for somewhere to hide
Living our illusions
Lost within the tide
Drifting in a dividе.