those landscapes you see
are not made of life at all
they are mades of death
they`re like a cancer that`s covering the earth
and everything you see is just
grey walls and wasteland around
I lost my voice I lost my thoughts
and pain is tearing me appart
heart on ice, this heart`s on ice
is weak and frail, so weak and frail.
red light blue light flashing fear
there`s too much stone around here
another door slammed on my face
and you don`t bother to here
it is dark no noise arond me
when I was in that state
red blood eyes flame in the sky
and walls are breathing by hate
nothing new in the dying sun
and on the western front
a perfect reflection a senseless action
suburban homes you know
I lost my head I lost my faith
and pain is tearing me appart
and everything I see is just
grey walls and wasteland around