Fata Morgana

No vortex of chaos anymore
The train stands still
And bleaches in the sun
Fading visions of what I will

Drawn by too strong a force
Pushing me onward
Fulfilling desire
For all the things that I don't want

Fata morgana
I'm grasping in the distance
Frustrated desillusioned
Dream of the machine

Only the birds are laughing
I watch them flying over
Funny winged shapes
Dark against the grey sky

Mirror of a grey screen
Killer of emotions
Beam of electrons hit the front
I won't bend in blind devotion

Fata morgana
I'm grasping in the distance
Frustrated desillusioned
Dream of the machine

Nothing is real
No solid mass
Stone is not stone
I pass the wall

Jump forward
Old houses crumble
Stones become flesh
Children become strangers

Time throws dust
In sore eyes
Reaching the see
Peace of mind

Wave after wave is rolling in
On the shores in my skull
Bringing in new visions
Faded visions of what I will

Fata Morgana
Faint sun in the distance
Forebode of the future
Dream of better days