Songtext von Question

in our times truth is a mercenary who dress according to / who has the throne in our times reallity /is getting darker by the shine of their pots of gold masses are walking around with a masked face / with an eternal headache And our eyes reflects the lights of your burning nights so tired, so tired, to resist the sea that comes over us what can we do, before we drown? can we stay and enjoy this bitterness or maybe can we do something more?.. question everything living everything confront everything maybe this night cant blind our eyes maybe this way hope can survive a simple question maybe the first step to embrace the hope to our hearts