Dungeons of Society
(Frank Wegner/Andreas Gutjahr)
In our new age society
With all its religious variety,
Souls are sitting in dungeons
Depressed and chained in irons.
Illusioned by virtual reality
They loose their sense of humanity.
Pain and death have lost their thrill
By the media overkill.
Dungeons of society,
Dungeons of our mind.
Souls sit in darkness,
Wish to dance tonight.
A dance on green meadows.
A glance to blue skies.
All just desperate dreams
To free their lonely lives.
If this proceeds it will end.
All mankind will descend.
Killed by its own madness,
souls sank into sadness.
A dance on green meadows.
A glance to blue skies.
All just desperate dreams
To free their lonely lives.
Hope - in the end - will call
To tear down all the walls.
Light will flood the emptiness,
Blindness will be gone.
A dance on green meadows.
A glance to blue skies.
All just desperate dreams
To free their lonely lives.
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