Opiate

Lonely faces, hasty treads Inside the bubble of own nightmares A horror of existence Is choked and covered with opiate Of the masses The house of God burned to ashes Wailing colours I'll paint them black I'll try, but it's hard to break the frontier Between sleep and dream Without the usage of opiate Of the masses The house of God burned to ashes Lonely face, hasty tread I wish I would blossom at night My own leaves miss the sun Painted black But at least I'm not covered with opiate Of the masses The house of God burned to ashes