Time, Let it All Go By!

Cut down the haste
we have enough time to waste
Tick Tock Tick Tock
There goes the clock
I could rip the batteries out and shut it down
but it would not change a thing
Like I would care, time doesn't wait me anyway

Life might be sort
live with everything you got
Monday tuesday Saturday
The weeks go by
it feels like I was a child yeasterday
am I adult tomorrow?
I wonder if I'll ever grow old

Burn your calendars down
and forget the time
June, July, August
Why in such a hurry?
Our lives will end someday
and I promise
It cannot be re-arranged

Naamioni.

Piileskelen naamioni takana, sillä pelkään etten kelpaa muille.
Naamioni taakse, olen kätkenyt toisen naamion, ja naamion naamion päälle.
Missä ovat todelliset kasvoni?
Ovatko nuo naamioita, mitkä minulle valehdellen hymyilevät takaisin?
Näissä naamiaisissa ei kukaan tahdo olla osallisena, mutta kukaan ei tahdo jäädä niistä pois.
Jäädä ulkopuolle näistä ankeista juhlista.

Illusions, Your Own Creations (God's Busy)

What are we, who we were
It doesn't make sense to me
Don't feel like alive or dead
Are my steps being lead?
I don't want to cope with destiny

Are humans free, or even real?
The question's killing me
God didn't answer for my calls
What should I believe,
where I could find the relief
to this pain, inside my head

Maybe, its all jut an illusion
or a scary dream
When we wake up, is everything real?
Someone tell me the truth
Or help me find my route

What is this world?
The question's killing me
God didn't answer for my calls
What should I believe,
where I could find the relief
to this pain, inside my head

Is a death an escape
or punishment because of our sins
Maybe I should try it out
But it feels like a mistake
to take my life, right now

I don't believe in my own existence
The questions are killing me
God didn't answer for my calls
What should i believe,
where I could find the relief
to this pain, inside my head

Nothing can make me feel sure or secure
I have nothing to believe in
and why should I even try
to create my own fake believes
They would betray me anyway

Tuuleni

Nuorena, alle kymmen vuotiaana,
kuvittelin, että tuuli minua kuunteli,
puhui minulle ja lämmöllään suuteli.
Hallitsin sitä, rakastin sitä.
Kasvoin ja tuuli minua aina seurasi.
Vasta silloin tajusin, että en voi sitä hallita.
Se oli vapaampi kuin minä.
En olisi sitä ikinä voinut kahlita.
Se kuitenkin minua vielä seuraa.
Muistoilleni hymyille, mietin miten minusta kasvoi tälläinen.
Olisin tahtonut kasvaa yhtä vapaaksi kuin tuuli.
Kasvaa lapseksi jälleen.