I step in and all I smell is concrete dust
Windows broken, relicts of fear unspoken
Nothing's there except the dusty air
A wood-brown door turned grey - signs of decay
On a wall a child has drawn with chalk
A man without a mouth, he weeps but cannot talk
Sutured by his memory, maybe by what he saw
The scenes of agony, of grief and war
In this dream I cannot see myself!
I walk room to room, from house to house into the
Streets
Stumbling over carca**es wherever my path leads
Knowing this could happen anywhere, this is my future
I don't care
It is beyond my lifetime, I'm not the one who feeds the
Beast
I feel guilt that I won't take!
History's not my mistake!
Really bad it all has been
What in my dreams I have seen
I feel guilt that I won't take!
History's not my mistake!
I don't say that I'm not sorry
I just say: I don't worry!
Compa**ion I can feel
But I don't feel the fear
I feel like I was there
But I know I am here
I know that all the things I see and dream are real
- But not for me!
There enough problems my own life bears
Everyday so close to d**h and no one cares!
I feel guilt that I won't take!
History's not my mistake!
Really bad it all has been
What in my dreams I have seen
I feel guilt that I won't take!
History's not my mistake!
I don't say that I'm not sorry
I just say: I don't worry!