Mother I'm the castaway

washed up on the beach

of defeat by the waters

where the warm sand will Caress

My thoughts and conforts from Doubt

my friend ideology

didn't make it she sank

during the storm


Forever and ever

out of control

Forever and ever

we'll fight to break down the walls


Mother lead me

I've fought for so long

to break the walls

now I'm afraid of the fields

My feet are stuck in the quicksand of Depression

but you know that going is the only way

for those who have found

their house burning down


Forever and ever

out of control

Forever and ever

we'll fight to break down the walls


Mother help me

the merchants at the Temple

are building an alibi

for the slaughter

Last night m brothers

flew over the border

but fire devoured

their tin wings


Forever and ever

out of control

Forever and ever

we'll fight to break down the walls