Like a robot
Being programmed
Without a goal
Except to live for the goal of others...

Like a puppet
Being manipulated
Without a soul
Playing an imaginary role...

You tell me to let go
And cut my hanging thread with a scissor

And say no
To who is in the mirror

Like a mummy
Being forgotten
Its skin half-rotten

But with its heart still in its body...
Its heart jumps...
Its heart thumps...
Believing true love awaits in this new Century

I can see the end of the tunnel there is light
I just don't know the length of the tunnel
And how much longer to fight

--- Max