Songtext von Illusionary Fields

man thinks he ist he crown of god's creation he thinks he can control everything to please his soul when we don't know real love and find no anwer above we're alone, build an own shelter of fantasy we found heaven we found hell in illusionary fields when we need a little spell we need illusionary fields sometimes beauty's a beast and like a whore on duty she simulates paradise in a land of lies sometimes too blind to see that love and lust dont't agree we adore this whore and turn to fantasy we found heaven we found hell...