| Owerwhelmed by dream of power | |
| You cry of night and fear the day. | |
| Dreams lend you a strong identity, | |
| Reality will make you pay. | |
| Days blur into a year. | |
| What no one dares- you may, | |
| Just tray to pull throught | |
| One more day...one more day. | |
| No hope | |
| No straw to catch | |
| No god | |
| You ask to much | |
| Numb inside | |
| Let down again | |
| Pice of mind | |
| All in vain | |
| Agonized minot aur in the maze | |
| Of ordinary moments. | |
| Shape the days to your pace, | |
| Clench fists hard, holler! | |
| Treat your life like a war, | |
| Unless you fight- you' ll fall. | |
| Do what you will, live be the rule, | |
| Be the master, not his tool. | |
| No hope | |
| No straw to catch | |
| No god | |
| You ask to much. | |
| Numb inside | |
| Let down again | |
| Pice of mind | |
| All in vain |