Concerning the senses as major fault

Of existing in almost unreal world

Cannot find your place in a queue

Never know what's false or what is true

Queue created by your own catastrophic ideas

That tell you - There are only lies 



[chorus]

Nothing's as it may seem

In reality filled with deja vu 



[chorus 2]

Searching for the meaning of truth

Makes you unable to do anything more

Than speculating what's real and what is not

What does your common sense suggest you

If there's something optimistic in your pessimistic eyes 



[Solo: Jacek]

[Solo: Czesiek]



Trying to find the realm you cannot see

Thoughts that are not what they should be

Fighting with fear that drills your mind

Creating disease - cure can't be find 

Forlorn form of sub consciousness itself

Reminds you - There is no truth 



[repeat chorus]



There are only lies!