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!