Concerning the senses as major fault Of existing in almost unreal world Cannot find your place in a queue Never know what's false or what is true Queue created by your own catastrophic ideas That tell you - There are only lies [chorus] Nothing's as it may seem In reality filled with deja vu [chorus 2] Searching for the meaning of truth Makes you unable to do anything more Than speculating what's real and what is not What does your common sense suggest you If there's something optimistic in your pessimistic eyes [Solo: Jacek] [Solo: Czesiek] Trying to find the realm you cannot see Thoughts that are not what they should be Fighting with fear that drills your mind Creating disease - cure can't be find Forlorn form of sub consciousness itself Reminds you - There is no truth [repeat chorus] There are only lies!