Human Testo

You ask questions any time
thrust of knowledge in your eyes
and the fire deep inside
is destined to smother soon
isn't to last long

In a world where money rules
people loose identity
and the wise men on the hills
taking gold for bad advise but those answers are still lies

Lay your head down on my shoulder
human everything but free
we are victims of our instincts
feel the sunset I foresee

Every day it's getting colder (...)

Show me wisdom, where's new hope
long ago our roots have turned
into stone, nobody knew
do you understand the loss?
now you understand the loss, loss, loss

Lay your head down on my shoulder
human everything but free
we are victims of our instincts
feel the sunset I foresee
Every day it's getting colder (...)

It goes round and round

Every day ...