A poor man who lost his soul

A servant without a goal

A breed made to live the day

Nirvana fade away

The passion for a chosen life

The purpose of the dream

A dead man but still alive

No heart in a machine



These days, strange days

The heart and soul, where is the fire?

These days, strange days

And I am feeling like a soul survivor



A poor man who lost his sun

His love for life to carry on

The wind will take him where it blows

Nirvana never shows

The hunger for a higher life

A full creative mind

Is now a long forgotten dream

Self-chosen to be blind



These days, strange days

The heart and soul, where is the fire?

These days, strange days

And I am feeling like a soul survivor



So confused