(Child) This is the world through square eyes,

I can see fiction like it's real

Window to an unknown paradise

A paradise where no one sees

I wish I saw it all,

A paradise where no one knows,

all these images for real, the reality



It's a seduction, like a dream

I can feel pain, I feel the blood

Out of your hands but in your minds

The fire of the burning fight

I wish I saw it all, I feel love as a disease,

all these images for real, in my fantasy



(Contemplative) Good or evil, right or wrong

Find yourself between the dying crowd, the blooded streets

How can't this affect a mind

How can't this affect a pure, young heart



(Child) In my own world it's getting worse

It's never good enough for them

Learn this, do that, do as we say

As if results are all there is

It doesn't affect me much, I cannot be more than I am,

the screen shows me enough, face reality



I can play I'm strong and tough

And let them feel who should be blamed

Fighting and killing for new lives

A way to learn how to survive

I can play on and on, it ends up just the same again

but my life is not a game, life should be a game



(Contemplative) Good or evil, right or wrong

Find yourself between the dying crowd, the blooded streets

How can't this affect a mind

How can't this affect a pure, young heart



(Child) Hope is fragile,

and all there is to make them see I'm not that bad

Hope is the last reason not to flee, not to run away

into the tempting square world of fantasy, free me

Oh, free me



Hate is an impulse

Your aversion, my reason



(Contemplative) Games, movies, things a child should not see

A flash; see, but you won't forget

A game; play, play and hear and see, again

It marks the heart and spills our youth



(Child) I'm in the world of square minds

The beauty of a clearer world

Fighting a game, its name is life

The game of life is hard to fight

I've shot my hate today, you'll know the causes when it's too late

its embodiment has paid, feel reality



The pictures say more than you see

Why should I see what you've told me

Nothing gets worse, it stays the same

The same is killing, anyway

I wish I saw it all, so could you please let me escape

all these images for real from reality



(Contemplative) Good or evil, right or wrong

Find yourself between the dying crowd, the blooded streets

How can't this affect a mind

How can't this affect a pure, young heart?