The radio got switched on We're sitting facing another Now it's on you To melt the ice The coldness of the unknown What words could be too much? What question could go too far? Fogpatches are covering the view on your open heart Kill! Kill the dreams! They're so unreal! Kill! Pierce their hearts with nails Made of fear How should I see a sun Where the gunsmoke covers the sky The gunsmoke Of all past wars It's time for it to rise high And all dreams are pierced!