Résumé - Project Pitchfork

This dream is filled with angry men

A world dreams all they do invent

A nation free from any heart

A lie that damned it from the start

A tower built in confidence

An abused mind can’t give a hand

There is no one to interfere

God is dead, you are still here

You are still here

As if by will

The time stood still

A tortured heart

Can see the start

The wonderland we’re living in Is deeply soaked with sin

An angry man once was a boy

The world you know is now his toy

Like in his past there is no choice

And he repeats with father’s voice

God is dead, you are still here

There is no one to interfere

God is dead, you are still here

Your thoughts are none of interest here

Go to hell if you feel fear

My dreams are locked in wonderland

Like this I held my father’s hand

So what goes up must then come down

The wind brings sand into the town

A dune will cover all the tears

What have you done in all these years?

God is dead, you are still here

What have you done in all these years?

God is dead, you are still here

There is no one to interfere

It’s over…