Plain of existance

A path of destruction
unlock the chains we create
a movement to desaster
is crushing all life in me

Somewhere deep in my head
a land of visions in which I escape
I'm alive in a different shape
The Plain Of Existence are named

I'm your forgotten past
Now all thoughts are with me
then it slips away
and another comes so near

If I stay in this distance we are ten
of a kind
But nothing is as what it seems to be
you cannot find the real you manipulated by myself
an ideal person, so perfect model for each of you

There is a voice that calls me
and it made my life seem real
but I hope I dream - away

Somewhere deep in my head
a land of visions in which I escape
I'm alive in a different shape
the plain of Existence are named

I can't believe - I'm calling myselfur forgotten past