Arrival

My eye - a frozen wasteland
Darkness flavoured with an essence of pain
I´m fallin´ into myself
As I drink the mother´s poison

A distant tiny red hand
An unnoticable motion inside my brain
Desperate try to catch me
And now - the lord´s got no son

No name is bigger
Than life itself? And life is so small
Purposes are canceled
Forgotten scars are starting to call
And here I go

I breed no understanding
My body melts under the pressure of questions
Our lord is seeking for faith
As the hand is smashed by glass

There´s no sound to hear
There´s no god to fear
There´s no aim to near to
All is just me
There´s no truthful word
There´s no just fair court
There´s no enter to the world
All is just me

And here I go