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A poor man who lost his soul A servant without a goal A breed made to live the day Nirvana fade away The passion for a chosen life The purpose of the dream A dead man but still alive No heart in a machine These days, strange days The heart and soul, where is the fire? These days, strange days And I am feeling like a soul survivor A poor man who lost his sun His love for life to carry on The wind will take him where it blows Nirvana never shows The hunger for a higher life A full creative mind Is now a long forgotten dream Self-chosen to be blind These days, strange days The heart and soul, where is the fire? These days, strange days And I am feeling like a soul survivor So confused Aus Songtexte Mania