All our life have been living lies
  Locked inside your false paradise
  Your problem is you're too blind to see
  You have false illusions of being free
  Catch up on reality
  You're living in a dream
  Your mind is twisted
  Nothing is what it seems
  
  CHORUS
  It all comes clearer as the smokescreen falls
  You open up your ears
  To hear my calls then you'll know what your need
  Can't tell that the dust of angels leeds you straight to hell
  
  To play the game you must pay the cost
  But you'll be long gone before you're lost
  Then you'll be trapped in a giant web
  And some sunny day you'll end up dead