The Dead End For The Pain
By Frank Peter Hermsen

My prayer´s for the father

My blood is for the son

My soul is for the spirit

But I´m dieing in the sun

I´m knocking on heaven´s door

Screaming to get out

Out of the hystery of guilt

Where I´m not allowed to doubt

This is the dead end for the pain

The hell for all our fears

Let´s pull the nails out of the cross

And walk across the tears

An asylum for insane

Where noone is to blame

Pride instead of shame

The dead end of the pain

I don´t feel guilty anymore

Don´t wanna be blamed

For the wisdom of my questions

Don´t wanna be ashamed

This is to the one that gave me

The possibility to dream

To the mystic one that made me

Living in a scream

Thirty years in war

Against my own bloody hand

Wake up little Jesus

Make us leave this land

We´re gonna hide from death

Kill those voices in our brains

We´re bleeding all our sorrow

Into the bloodred rain