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The soul (when) stripped of all Lies in the hands of what? Inner chaos roars, nerves boil Now, where to go... A lifetime of slow inner death, How torture is that? Chocking fear, is life real? And what is dying? What if void is a shellshock's aftermath? What if Eden is all poisoned fruit? What if hell is forever pain? What if life is a blindfold, and death is punishment? Global puppetshow, made by hands of transcendental divinity Blood rives cascades, could be virtual reality World war slaughter, could be the final act And graveyard paradise could be eternity's curtain Who are the ones with the keys? Will they lead us... Life is nothing but untimely answers To our existential fear-questions Fear - reared its ugly head Death - came to me on a somber morning Aus Songtexte Mania