[music & lyrics: Andreas Funke]
Caress sweetly my instrument
When words can only fail,
Elicit naive notes from
it
When clouds form to prevail
And fever shakes my burning heart
More fragile than it seems.
I raise my will to save my
breast
A Phoenix-life again to lead.
Hark to the world from a different angle
As far too few are able to,
At least it's no
big price to pay
To see - not even you.
For you were helpless innocent
And you'll stay for all your time,
You might reach the
natural border,
I will build a further line.
Gathered round the fear that makes us strong -
Freedom!
Summoned to fulfil
the human role -
To grow!
Hordes of dread
Leave your throne.
We're the Lords of creation,
Human gods on our
own!
A symphony
Carved in stone
Of bold, artistic glamour
Shall mark my home.
So scorn the dull, uncultured
mob
Sticking on its seat
And satisfied with empty rubbish -
Ridiculous to me!
I caress my instrument...