The light is turning on Substitute the rising Sun For who would scrutinise What they can not see Just push on and survive Avoid the strife Just relish in beautiful indifference A fugitive mind Tunneling on what‘s been Definedm we will comply It‘s refined Who did decide, that choices Leave closed doors behind? No chance to rewind The flow of time Hide behind your mask So you don‘t have To withstand the gaze If you dare to reflect The pages keep on turning And the world is drifting on Falling for eternal morrow The answer lies within you No one else to blame Trust your sensitivity It is your birthright to be free I‘m the author of my future What is real? Drowning in sweet succulent Pleasure More than the amplitude of Hope keeps me so inspired And so are we to go Keeps me so conspired Or soar the skies confinding What has to come? I‘m the author of my future Hanging on, hard to breathe Grinding gears, clenching my teeth Searching for something unclear Avoiding to perceive the here Lost in thought to be found in pain Work in peace to rest in vain The pages keep on turning And the world is drifting on Falling for eternal morrow The answer lies within you No one else to blame Trust your sensitivity It is your birthright to be free I‘m the author of my future