By Frank Peter Hermsen

Your common sense broke my wings

Depraved hands play untuned strings

Wounded souls in an unfair game

Mental black holes forever stay the same

I´m surrounded and trapped in tragedies

Subzero lights and everlasting purity

Eternal chains to black to see

I surrender

Crucify me

Flaming lies misunderstood

Hell on earth in your neighbourhood

Million voices in an ancient cloud

All day parades with no taste of doubt

I lost the wire cut the rope

Existing in illegal smoke

Internal chains to black to see

Well I´m dieing

Crucify me

After decades I´m swimming still

Against the rules against your will

Living in roses dieing in fall

Screaming and crieing a loudless call

No more romance on the darker side

No heroic senses in my fight

I´ve shackled the chains I couldn´t see

So come and try

To crucify me

© FPH 1996