Behold the lack of comprehension

And the laughter of the lamb

Their tales about the frankness

Like honey on a fence

The lust for a complete life

Is strong and never dies

Just taste your inner fire

And let your daemons rise

These dreams are neverending

Yet the dawn is still too cold

Colourful illusions

Like crosses on the back

In the daylight they can't protect me

Valued prize just ain't worth to get

The visions of a grey world

I have to realize

My daemons want to trick me

Whispering lethal little lies

But now I know the way I have to walk

Without blood I'm without colours

That little pain, oh so vain

So little price to be accepted again

Sometimes I feel I'm getting old

My long gone daemons taken my soul

A portrait so lifeless, a frame so gray

Renouncement is my chosen faith

The dawn has lost its colours

The rainbow is so grey

The one who still could paint them

You are - so you have to dream