Songtext von Echo Calling

Nobody knows where the edge of knowledge marks No one will ever enter the realm of subconsciousness Just trying to show how intense is nakedness And how futile can be complexity Do really the blind leads the blind? Unveiling from the nonsense voices Too busy to give not worth meanings To what seems to be the reaching key Shut down words to hold back the pure Inner screams from this living lure Intense drama fills the hour Pathetic rhymes just to show what's ours Flowing pain painted as red Realizing you're as good as dead! Too busy to give not worth meanings To what seems to be the reaching key Shut down words to hold back the pure Inner screams from this living lure Collapse for superstition of truths Terminal contradiction thought disease Self-killing action in mind control Is the ultimate screen on the calling of my echo