Some said, it's nothing but a story. Some swore, it's all just old man's fairy tales. Beware, she's come to claim her glory. Here comes the stormchild.
The grin was not a smile, the wolf was not your friend. The grip is not of love nor hate. It's got you on your knees, it's whispering in your head. It'll see to that you meet your end.
The wind's blowing ashes. The sky's filled with dust. Too scared to run. But God knows we must. Missed our last ride to a safe haven. . Caught in a landslide.
Do you like what you see?. Do you like what you see?. . I was taking off, I was leaving ground. I was rocketing the blue skies. With my engines roaring.
Boy selling papers. Caught a glimpse behind the scenes. Saw they had more. Than he had ever dreamed. . Their suits were tailormade. Their boots were shining clean.
Among the masses raging on a balcony. He talks about a paradise not meant for all. His voice is spreading poison. That target generation who never get old.
Like fallen leaves, victims of time. Memories of old times, wind blows, they fly. Forgotten promises, someone else's dreams. It wasn't you, it wasn't me, it wasn't reality.