those landscapes you see

are not made of life at all

they are mades of death

they're like a cancer that's covering the earth

and everything you see is just

grey walls and wasteland around

I lost my voice I lost my thoughts

and pain is tearing me appart



heart on ice, this heart's on ice

is weak and frail, so weak and frail.



red light blue light flashing fear

there's too much stone around here

another door slammed on my face

and you don't bother to here

it is dark no noise arond me

when I was in that state



red blood eyes flame in the sky

and walls are breathing by hate

nothing new in the dying sun

and on the western front

a perfect reflection a senseless action

suburban homes you know



I lost my head I lost my faith

and pain is tearing me appart

and everything I see is just

grey walls and wasteland around