Philistine City

Michael Kiske

On our long uneasy way

Never there, never stay

We please ourselves, eat ourselves

It gets us through the day

Maybe we should pray

`cos we all are gonna pay

For the arrows for others

That we shoot up today

All senses are numb,

The candle grows cold

In questioning hours

All answers are sold

The bitter taste on your tongue

You wash it down with some cheap fun

The arrow cuts deeper

The cheating gets done



I don't know!



Deep down within - we all feel the sin

From darkness we raise - but it still hurts them too

We all save our piece - just begging: oh, please

Make it go away - all thinking `bout those who freeze outhere



It's a myth when we say:

Give love

It's meaningless, meaningless

Sounds like the croak of frogs

We preach out in the blue

But never change anything we do

Our words have no weight

And our wisdom won't do



I don't believe

In your american dream

No more, no way

It's all not what it seems

We always hear them pray

Thanking the lord for the money days

And the anger grows stronger

In those who failed the play



I don't know!



Deep down within - we all feel the sin

From darkness we raise - but it still hurts them too

We all save our piece - just begging: oh, please

Make it go away - all thinking `bout those who bleed outhere



Changing colors, changing facades,

Changing fashions, changing masquerades.

New generations, oh! with whole new conceptions.

So it won't go away that caricature of man.