The stab wounds were inflicted
By the cold distant lights.
Animal and puppet show is opened by the night.
All these roles weren't scripted,
The mask turned to a face.
Human soul from dusk 'till dawn hides in secret place.
Jesus Christ, Allah, Satan
And the Buddha had mixed.
Window dressing, but with a sense of evil tricks.
Dances of other nations,
Feast while the plague in sight.
This whole town that eats itself from the inside.
Seven winds and hills,
The stars of all rank.
Crosses on the steeples,
Town is blind and drunk.
It won't let me in
As I am stranger's thing.
My old town gone like a haze of dreaming
In the morning rays.
I'll forget about you, I'm leaving,
You forget my face.
My town turns into the clear cloud
That smells like a storm.
And the dream it slowly flying out
Like a pipe dream of my own.
You won't save me from danger,
You are the royal whim,
Won't wait from the war, you're the place of broken dream.
I am almost a stranger
For this my native land.
You're avoiding me which means suddenly I'm banned.
Is it my homeland
Or eternal front?
Call it riverbed,
Then won't find a ford.
Won't let me inside,
Thinks I am stranger's mind.
My old town gone like a haze of dreaming
In the morning rays.
I'll forget about you, I'm leaving,
You forget my face.
My town turns into the clear cloud
That smells like a storm.
As a dream, it's slowly flying out
Like a pipe dream of my own.