Ideals

I am persecuted by the silence 
While darkness has ambushed me
the solitude is sneaking on me
they gang up and force me to my knees 

what I fear the most is to come home one day 
to find that life has gone by
and I did not notice because I was 
too busy chasing what turned out to be a lie

I got many 
too many ideals
but no idea of 
who I really am
I try to peel off 
all these layers 
but it is hard to find
the man behind those masks

Time has stopped and seems to observe me
but pass remarks with its mechanic voice
on that I haven’t got no time to sit on my knees
the hands of the clock push me to move on

I got many 
too many ideals
but no idea of 
who I really am
I try to peel off 
all these layers 
but it is hard to find
the man behind those masks

I walk the road of life
leave faint footprints behind
and I wonder
if anyone’s ever going to care
I live from time to time
seduced by the mind
steal a glimpse here
and a glance there

I got many 
too many ideals
but no idea of 
who I really am
I try to peel off 
all these layers 
but it is hard to find
the man behind those masks

I got many 
too many ideals
but no idea of 
who I really am
I try to peel off 
all these layers 
but it is hard to find
the man behind those masks