I was born in the brain of science
Epic recognitions built a ghost of me
So many years searching grand enlightment
I am just a psychogon

My churches will burn down today
I´m just a golem lord
Some form of living clay

Save me I´m lost along the way
My gods invite me for my dying day
Save me
I´m lost along the way
I´ll be there
I´ll be there
On my dying day

So my world is a big illusion
An absurd plan of gods
To build a spectre´s universe
Nothing more than a gaol of lies surrounds me
In this architecture of a ghost
I live inside the matchbox of their brain
Like a dragonfly lost in the tide´s hurricane

Save me I´m lost along the way
I'm invited for my dying day
Save me
I´m lost along the way
I´ll be there
I´ll be there
On my dying day

I´m a lonely psychogon
I am just pretended
A shakespearian tragedy
By some gods invented
A disgraceful inhuman being
See the world on my shoulders

Save me I´m lost along the way
I´ll be there for my dying day
Save me
I´m lost along the way
I´ll be there
To be reborn ...
On my dying day