Testo: In Flames. Sounds of a Playground Fading. Darker Times.

September's here again!
Every Insecurity reminds you,
Who's at the Helm?
Darker Times!
Whith Fear in the eyes,
Who's the Man in charge?

Invented Isolation,
Alone and safe inside.
Struggle with Words,
That make sense in Time.
Yet waiting for someone to enter,
Say: "I have a better Plan!"

(Refrain:)

Never have to worry for all that we know,
The Truth be told as we lay down low.
Walking the thin Line, let the Happiness in,
For now it's fine, we're living the Lie!

When Light breaks,
Another way to matter,
All Questions somehow answered.
When Life comes crushing,
At the early Break of Day,
We've only come so far.

(Refrain)

[Solo]

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