Architects Of Sanity

In the dark room there is no place for light

Figures of strangers are sitting in a circle like faceless saviors

Watching in silence, there is no anger and no sin in their faces

Like hantoms, they are reaching out for me with an invisible hand, setting me on the broken throne.

Like a web, the architects of sanity are spinning tiny pieces of the past

Lighting up my mind, building my common sense grain by grain

Resistance like natural beginning is blowing up in a wave of aggression

Blaming everyone but myself in my own insanity I unchain bitterness of loss

Disbelief in reality is gripping my breast in a vice, air is of no importance

Time for a pause, light is passing into an inaccessible place, teasing eyes

And the ice deep inside starts to move again, the body returns to life, disbelief's going on

New period. Period of trade with ministers of death which don't exist

Looking for a contract on the last stay in my illusions

But one is always too much and thousand is sometimes not enough

The prince of fate has not taken off his crown and hounds from obscurity are merciless

The period of compromise is vanishing into thin air in the room without light

A grey maiden has come, attired in oblivion, accompanied by silence

Having stolen human feelings she presented us with a kiss of mystery

Condemned mind to rest, and the architects are waiting for a smile

The maiden departed, leaving a box made of wood

When I opened it, resignation came

Stuck to my breast but without pain

The mystery turned out to be panacea

Turning blind from the rays of truth I made a step forward

Into the arms of those who found good sense

Those who were waiting for me in the dark room

In the dark room there is no place for light

Figures of strangers are sitting in a circle like faceless saviors

Watching in silence, there is no anger and no sin in their faces.