I think I can still hear other people's voices in there
 Shouting at me in madness "It's Time For You To Leave?"

 Denying to accept the beliefs of another age
 I lost my mentality and I ended up in there
 Being aware of the spirit's second dimension
 Where sense, insanity and justice is invisible

 The gun you hold may give me the creeps
 Perhaps I'll be happy if you use it
 So as to prove once again that I'm still sick

 (chorus)
 Eventually I know
 Wrong exists And covers what is Right
 But I can't judge them with daring

 Don't hesitate to point the gun at me, I'm not afraid of the truth
 But at least you must hold it tight if you feel strong enough to use it
 My ever loneliness might be the reason of loosing the sensible way
 But I was never in a real need of communication
 In a world where Wrong And Right makes no sense at all?

 Are you upset of looking me?
 Are you afraid as I come near you?
 What are you waiting for? Shoot me!
 Be careful cause I'm loosing patience
 Don't let me come closer cause
 This will mark the beginning of my WAR