where did we came from
where will we go - straight through insanity
chaos within - but a greater strength of sens
what to think ? - even the smallest truth !
The smallest truth ...
I will search but till now I growl in dust
the light shall find the way to blind my eyes
all of that seems to me either my grave or my throne
my grave or my throne in eternity
love, what's love ? not to die to keep away the pain from
you and your little fantasy world
maybe never I will reach my aim
but I'll suffer even for the smallest truth
the light refuses me to see it clear but the answer seems so near
the questions are the false and my mind is too discord
ones I ask my god to give a tear, but the laughing peals a year
the angels sneering shy and the blood spills from the sky
send me a sign or tearing me apart
what's your secret disguise
