Lyric

You are born into the arms of rules

You must not question them

Your eyes are cold as a stone cross

You just have to learn to endure

The voices in my head whisper again

The cradle of madness rocks

The interest rates of life only increase

The past holds you hostage

I hid the wounds behind a smile

I learned to be silent, I forgot to laugh

They did not know, did not see me

Still the words remained inside

The voices in my head whisper again

The cradle of madness rocks

The interest rates of life only increase

The past holds you hostage

Time repeats the pattern

Chains pass from generation to generation

Some of them must be broken

Otherwise the voices are listened to

The voices are getting quieter step by step

There is no need to obey anymore

The words of the educators echo, but

Today I decide it myself