The story of us
is a numbered fuss. . .

one
we had fun

two
the sky was then blue

three
I set you free

four
I didnt want you anymore

five
blue,still,is the sky

six
your mind is playing tricks

seven
I am in heaven

eight
you still wait

nine
I can only be mine

ten
this is the end
you have been abandoned

Is this the world I live in
where everyone lives a life
built on an edifice of lies

Is this the world I live in
where everyone can see only hatred
in each others eyes

Is this the world I live in
where everyone wears a mask
A mask of pretense

Is this the world I live in
where everyone's deeds
are a punishable offense

Is this really the world I live in
where the innocent is crushed
till it can no longer stand
where the right and the truthful
have no power in their hand
where the weak is tortured
till he dies
where justice to everyone
is denied

What kind of a world is this
in which I live
where all I can hear are fatal cries

Hell does exist
cant you see
Beneath these boundless skies it lies
Beneath these boundless skies
it lies . . .

This life of mine you see from far
Looks so bright and sufficed
if you did come a little closer
only emptiness in it you would find

Do not judge me by all that you see
I am a lot more than what captures your eye
My heart in it has stories suppressed
I wish I could share. . . .oh my, oh my