Carnival of zombies (Schmielden)

Awakened from nowhere, with an empty soul, infamous living dead, in decomposition.
Searching the meaning, of your existence, accorded by a master, unmanifested presence.

As you are born, as you will die, you are just spawn, you don't know why.
There's no destination, no way to a salvation, in your fear of ejection, wearing a mask is a solution.
Hide your face, behind your mask, playing the game, but you're all the same, in the carnival.

In guest of personality, you inspire me with pity, lost soul into eternity, nothing again you will soon be.
A human form, an uniform, to hide your ugliness, poor wretched thing.

As you are born, as you will die, you are just spawn, you don't know why.
There's no destination, no way to a salvation, in your fear of ejection, wearing a mask is a solution.
Hide your face, behind your mask, playing the game, but you're all the same, in the carnival.



An innocent, victim of time, as a human, only pain, day after day, and survive, why?
No answer to my screams, to my questions; everything, that I see are lies, on their masks!

Human are zombies, wearing the masks of indentity, of ignorance.
Prostitution of your personality, to please your fellow creatures.

Immortality, the eternal guest to resolve the enigm of your existence.
Protecting your frail body, your single link to life, an unvailing enterprise, because it's destined to die.
Hide your face, behind your mask, playing the game, but you're all the same, in the carnival.

Following the movement, the rythm of the carnival
The zombies are dancing with the feeling to be someone.
A mighty certanty to be what the mask is showing.
In your subconscious, are you what you believe to be?

The same biology, the same psychology.
A future corpse in decay, an unaccepted demise.
Searching the utopic way to avoid your lethal destiny
Wearing all sort of mask, to save your life.