Albion - Mad Look In My Eyes

It’s me
In my own person
Mysterious nobody pushed to
The middle of the stage
I – the pursue full of
Wasted whispered feelings
The fairytale with unwritten happy-end
Illusion of sand castle
The prophet committing suicide
Searching for the truth
In poetry of drugs
Do you really think
I’ve got a mad look in my eyes
There’s no way out of the humid cell
Of my guilty conscience
Can’t go out of the labyrinth of memoires
I remember Paris in 1989
Creeping shadows
On corners of pillage place
Notre-damme stained glass
Window beam on my heart
Empty sanctuary – lost way to paradise
Distinguished whores
Buying most expensive priests and politicians
Broken flower in my hand
Murdered faith
Someone’s knocking
I swim out of the bad-clothes
Wipe away from face yesterday’s alcohol
Someone’s waiting on the other side of rainbow
Looking for the key to my soul
I bear it yet
Endure yet
But I’ve got a mad look in my eyes
Take away your hands
From my conscience
Take away your truth
From my life
Take away raped faith
From the altars
Go away
Please
Don’t you look into my empty eyes