Human-Homeless

You ask questions any time thrust of knowledge in your eyes and the fire deep inside is destined to smother soon isn't to last long In a world where money rules people loose identity and the wise men on the hills taking gold for bad advise but those answers are still lies Lay your head down on my shoulder human everything but free we are victims of our instincts feel the sunset I foresee Every day it's getting colder (...) Show me wisdom, where's new hope long ago our roots have turned into stone, nobody knew do you understand the loss? now you understand the loss, loss, loss Lay your head down on my shoulder human everything but free we are victims of our instincts feel the sunset I foresee Every day it's getting colder (...) It goes round and round Every day ...