Look on this page Tell me what you see? This is history of thing that should not be I forgive myself Some mistakes from the past Those people There are always some people Who talks behind my back Who wants something instead Dead bodies turnin in them grave What will you say? Something is calling me from outer space! And see my face I woke up Staring on my hand Looking for promise land I think it was a dream By the way you have to know Nothing is real Never want to see (the) future Never want to live in (the) past