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Man in the air is flying into the new day
Immobile, silently, now he feels no pain
no pain

We live in an illusion
In confusion
One never knows, what will come
the next time

We lose our dreams
We lose our friends
And the bitterness slips low
Into our hearts
And the hearts hurt

Man in the air is free as a bird in the sky
You can read in his eyes - no fear, just strange delight
delight

We live in an illusion
In confusion
One never knows, what will come
the next time

We hide our emotions
Destroy relationships
Ev´ry day we commit these
silent crimes

Man in the air hasitates, he´s in doubt about himself
Does he want (to) pull the ripcord of his chute
or change his fate
How will he deside now?

We lose concentration
Lose destination
All is hidden in the haze
of the strange hate

We have a fear of a motion
And immolation
We go along the walls
of our inner maze

We lose concentration
Lose destination
All is hidden in the haze.