Whisperers, decievers
Promise you all your dreams
Then drain you dry while still believe
Blindly

Is it a sin not to fight?
Just wait for dreams to come alive?
No more stress for my part
If higher powers write the story of my life

Give us your freedom
We’ll enlighten the path

No one's born to be ruled in this life
Neither by mortals nor heavenly ones
Let your own hands carve the path
For we make our own Paradise

Whisperers, decievers
Convince you they’ve got what you need
But in the end they sacrafice the weak
Dreamers

How will I face my conscience in the end?
If others dictate my course of life?
Will I be able to make amends
If I ran away from all the strife?

Give us your freedom
We’ll enlighten the path
Ours’ is the only way
On your terms you shall fail

No one's born to be ruled in this life
Neither by mortals nor heavenly ones
Let your own hands carve the path
For we make our own paradise

Through the life we are leading
In this world we all live in
Confide in all but yourself
And you shall burn in this hell
You feel you’ve given your all
You feel you can do no more
Don’t forget the hypocracy of hope
Your best friend, mortal enemy

No dream can come alive
Without tears and sacrafice
Standing tall, reaching for the sky
You will build your own Paradise

No one's born to be ruled in this life
Neither by mortals nor heavenly ones
Let your own hands carve the path
For we make our own Paradise
No one's born to be ruled in this life
Neither by mortals nor heavenly ones
Let your own hands carve the path
For we make our own Paradise

We make our own paradise