I'm dying in a modern world of human.
They say their lifes are safer than before
But thats not true.
They just have left the stadium of true men
There is no life or beauty in them anymore.
What else is new?


Standing at a never greening trafficlight
Still hoping that the red will disappear.
Dying in a canyon of empty streets
Reaching for the sunshine that's so near
And jet not to be reached.

Running through repeating, lightless nights,
Jet hoping that the light will change
Answering the absent minded greets,
Not recognizing that I am to strange
For greets - they were for others.


I'm dying in a modern world of human.
They say their lifes are better than before
A pleasent lie.
They long have left the stadium of true men
There is no lifes reason anymore
We're left to die.


Monving to a mountain on the horizon
That's fleeing me in fear of pain.
Laughing in a crowd of laughing guys
Ignoring that the laughter is for me
Just crying later home.

Flying for the magic in the early sun
Burning in the heat and get insane,
Pleading the cold justice just to rise
Could that teach me to hear, to feel, to see
Remaining beauty in the world?


I'm dying in a modern world of human.
They say their life is cooler than before
Well, that is right
Coldly they left the stadium of true men
There is no warmth or feeling anymore,
Only electric light.

Mer-Yan

Ich weiß, mein Englisch ist nicht perfekt, aber das hier ist, was aus der Idee weiter unten rausgekommen ist. Ich stelle es mir eigentlich als song vor. Wer weiß, was noch draus wird...