Behold the lack of comprehension And the laughter of the lamb Their tales about the frankness Like honey on a fence The lust for a complete life Is strong and never dies Just taste your inner fire And let your daemons rise These dreams are neverending Yet the dawn is still too cold Colourful illusions Like crosses on the back In the daylight they can't protect me Valued prize just ain't worth to get The visions of a grey world I have to realize
My daemons want to trick me Whispering lethal little lies But now I know the way I have to walk Without blood I'm without colours That little pain, oh so vain So little price to be accepted again Sometimes I feel I'm getting old My long gone daemons taken my soul A portrait so lifeless, a frame so gray Renouncement is my chosen faith The dawn has lost its colours The rainbow is so grey The one who still could paint them You are - so you have to dream