So finally my journey ends
And through this wound my soul can mend
Guilt is my blood
I'm being drained
This is my home, I will stay...
...inside!
There's always someone inside
Fighting to get outside
The "knowing-right-from-wrong side"
Our home is inside!
I've traveled the world around
In search for some Grail of mine
How could I be so blind?
It was always here...inside
I have only some weeks to give
But at last...I live
Life's just a line of situations
A matter of occasions
And mystic correlations
The work of a Machine!
Here in a world split to nations
We fail to see the relations
Between the Wheel and the Machine
And of the scars we're leaving...
...inside!
I swear there's someone inside
Fighting to get outside
Just give it all an hour
By the Concrete Lake!
