Walk with me! There are worlds to see!
Listen to me now - You. Listen to me now - You.
Do my words mean more to hear when I am standing here?
On a stage like all your silly idols do!
Open up your eyes - all. Let your walls and grins fall.
Would you reach for something new, if the crowds were reaching too?
Are you close enough to taste their tears at all?

Your hate is but a worn-out lover, sick and sear.
"Rape me again!" you beg in pain, dear friend
"But hey - just don't stop! The stillness makes me scared"

Listen to my plain words.
That's all you'll get from me: Words.
The rest is up to you; would you dare to let me through?
Are you brave enough to leave me in control?

... You're all afraid...

I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of you!
I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid anymore - I am a shipwrecked swept ashore.

Life won't wash away your sins.
Life can't wash away your guilt.
Life will only make your conscience...wilt!

Somewhere a child just died; yet another victim for man's endless strife.
World could be better than this! There are so many ways to live (leave) a life...
Would you claim you live yours... right? Right?! No!
Take a stand! World is in your hand!

I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of you!
I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of you!
We're just the same me and you.
The same me and you. (Walk with me!)

... I see myself in you...

Sleep is too quiet
Dreams are too painful
Truth is the bed of this ocean of lies.
Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion
Soaking from spirits but still far too dry.
Losing all barbed fences Lucid - no defenses
"Where is my mother?" the child asked the soldier.
The soldier was watching them both fade away.
Nine words create an oblivion ocean:
"Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?"
Losing all I lived for. Losing all I fought for.

Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand!
Oh god if you save them I'd take them west
We'd start again in the promised land.

When life is wearing thin we pray:
The gods are close at hand when man is astray.
But when it all is said and done - is he to thank the gods for just taking his son?

Sleep is too quiet, dreams are too painful
Truth is the bed of this ocean of lies.
Words can create an oblivion ocean:
"Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?"
Losing all I lived for. Losing all I fought for.

Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand.
Oh god if you save them I'd take them west
We'd start again (then) in the promised land.

An eye for an eye.
A tear for a tear.
A lie for a lie.
The weak dress in hatred to hide their fear.

We cling to symbols for our mind - hour by hour we're losing us.
Defenseless for the weak to bind - second by second abusing us!
A wound for a wound.
By silence we breed.
Learn the hate that keeps us blind, from the hands that hit and feed!
Children teach each other pain - hour by hour they're learning it.
Dreamers in the wheel of reign - second by second we're turning it around:

Closing the books of the prophets.
Closing our eyes for the visions that die
And then we weep...
"Why do I still need to cry, when I'm so happy now?"
Saviors come forth in times of need.
Prophets seek me - for you will bleed!

Cry little lonely world cry!
I won't close my eyes.
I'll be your tears when you're dry, pouring to the ground

Scar by scar
We're all becoming seeking prophets now.

I won't bear the cross one step further!
I won't bear your hate any longer!
Free I will rise!
(Come to me now - feel the revival. Follow me now - join the revival)

See me
Believe in me
Hear me - I'll speak to you.
You are the prophets come forth and I'll bleed for you!

I'll bleed for you...

... And he actually held up the weapon before our eyes,
And there, dressed in a suit and tie,
He smiled and told us with pride in his voice that
"This model was largely represented in the Gulf war!".
He was so very proper and clean. And so alarmingly blind!
Welcome inside the machine
It hurts!
Go numb, go blind...
One's drilling out a pipe
One adjusts the aim
One makes trigger parts
Weapons as a game!

All trapped in killing routine
Washed clean...
... By this machine

On these grey walls
Lovely pictures of the weapons we produce
But not their actions...

All are part of the big Machine
We do our job
"Guilty!"

But what if we save?
And what if we solve?
And what if we build?
And what...

... What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?

(I am just a wheel!)

... And what if we... stop?

30 years ago, society believed that no price was to high,
We thought that industry could come at any cost.
We cannot afford to pay that price any more.

So finally my journey ends
And through this wound my soul can mend
Guilt is my blood
I'm being drained
This is my home, I will stay...
... Inside!
There's always someone inside
Fighting to get outside
The "knowing-right-from-wrong side"
Our home is inside!

I've travelled the world around
In search for some Grail of mine
How could I be so blind?
It was always here...inside
I have only some weeks to give
But at last...I live

Life's just a line of situations
A matter of occasions
And mystic correlations
The work of a Machine!

Here in a world split to nations
We fail to see the relations
Between the Wheel and the Machine
And of the scars we're leaving...

... Inside!
I swear there's someone inside
Fighting to get outside
Just give it all an hour
By the Concrete Lake!

I dread the day my children will ask me why.
I dread the day when I will have to explain to them
That people thought it was acceptable to destroy the environment
So that we could have jobs.
I dread the day I will have to explain to my bright-eyed Joshua,
Who talks to dogs and listens to the grass screaming,
That we were all to busy driving fast cars, rushing our children off to day-care,
And finding seniors' homes to our grandparents
And listening to the ringing of cash registers.

We were all too busy to hear the grass screaming.

They tell all the people of Europe, it's a good, clean industry,
It's a great way to save the world.
But I'm here to tell you that now they're knocking on our door
Because they can't find any place to store the damned stuff for eternity,
They come to our homeland and they want to lease some land for 10,000 years!

This was our home - we had our truth
Bled for our creed - why must we still bleed?
Your tailings are bound forever in this ground...
So you come for our holy ground
When your nature's gone and your house has burnt down
No!

For hundreds of years you've hurt this land
Eating what's there, leaving a wasteland
But there are no space to hold all your mistakes

Still you come for our holy ground
When your nature's gone and your houses are all burnt down

"To this day, they will not return our sacred land,
Even though their highest hypocritical court said that we could and indeed did,
Own the Black Hills.
I still continue to struggle for the eventuality of regaining that sacred land."