Текст песни Lasting Traces - Grasp

Realisation and frustration, so close to each other.
Do I still exist?
I raise up my fist in the air to resist.

When the summer ends and the distance grows.
When this love goes black and all I have to know is
that the season‘s over and the winter comes.
Once my father said: „So be the smarter one”.

Let them stories tell and just keep your mouth shut
because the time will heal and even though it’s not.
You’ve got no choice to make because this life’s not fair.
It’s just so simple my son and I‘m the only one who cares.

Realisation and frustration, so close to each other.
Do I still exist?
I raise up my fist in the air to resist.

Is there a moral to the story that you’ve told?
Say it’s the silver glow that often looks like gold.
If that’s the truth I can realise I have pretended.
All the ups and downs but this tale once ended.

All the things I’ve reached for and got in the end
were a million people less and one more friend.
What you see is what you got and there is nothing else.
Will you set me free till the ringing of hell’s bells?

And I‘m praying for the sound of a change.

Realisation and frustration, so close to each other.
Do I still exist?
I raise up my fist in the air to resist.

I am praying
for the sound of a breaking,
for the sound of a raging,
for the sound of a break,
of a rage,
of a change.

I am breaking.