Out of Reach — текст песни (Dead Moon)

Is anybody really free, prisoners of

The strange society

Why is it were forced to be products

Of the new reality

Drifting through time and space

And all the while

Feeling out of place

Im out of reach

Waiting for the time to come

And every second always on the run

Looking for love once more

Then turning back and closing every door

Thinking that what might have been

Had that itch not gotten neath your skin



Praying to an idol sign

Believing this can keep your dream alive

Worried bout the waste of youth

Hoping that with age there will come truth

Dying to get out in time

Before the shadows start to cloud your mind