Anachronistic Girl

- alienated -

My eyes search big through the day for something, I want to know.
Late at night they close tiredly without new good.
I unlearned to smile, when I stroll through my homes wood.
Feel like an alien, now, where I once grew.

Times changed all around.
My mind learned to see.
Read the News.
But stumble with every step more.
Unable to say,
What my life was created for,
Finding out,
That with every day I more and more disagree.

Let me go back into the time of the thinker,
who started to construct the truth.
Let me escape into a time of no reality.
Want to start again in the time without any lied morality.
'Cause I've lost my belief in the current style of surreality.

What does it mean to be a human on this planet?
Does it mean to work every day hard for a warm meal?
Do we only get warm clothes
by killing a very young seal?
Do we really need to defend a warm place
by using a destroying grenade?

When did the thinkers start to fail their aims?
When did they start to manipulate?
Why could any God start to stipulate?
Why are humans just joining these games?

Let me go back in time,
so nobody would miss or remember.
Maybe the other truth lies in the depth of that big red amber.
Would love to live in a world without any need for crime!

Don't judge what I sing! Judge the melody I cry!
And judge the thinkers, who sold their lies for blood!
Don't judge the words I sing - look - planes wrote it up there in the sky!
Just look for an old, red amber, hidden in the wise seas mud.