Mother I'm the castaway
washed up on the beach
of defeat by the waters
where the warm sand will Caress
My thoughts and conforts from Doubt
my friend ideology
didn't make it she sank
during the storm

Forever and ever
out of control
Forever and ever
we'll fight to break down the walls

Mother lead me
I've fought for so long
to break the walls
now I'm afraid of the fields
My feet are stuck in the quicksand of Depression
but you know that going is the only way
for those who have found
their house burning down

Forever and ever
out of control
Forever and ever
we'll fight to break down the walls

Mother help me
the merchants at the Temple
are building an alibi
for the slaughter
Last night m brothers
flew over the border
but fire devoured
their tin wings

Forever and ever
out of control
Forever and ever
we'll fight to break down the walls.