Sanoja: Punchers Plant. State Of Fear. Of Trains And Wishes.

You can try to kill the pain
But this wont cure the disease

All the voices in your head
All the dead end road signs
The newspaper approves your angst

Where is your place in this society?
Can you follow your instincts?
Or will they lead you in the wrong direction?

Where is my tomorrow?
Take my hand and I'll show you the world
Where your Dreams And Wishes will be heard
Forget yesterday!
Take my hand and I'll show you the world
Of confidence and self esteem
Tomorrow is near

It's a feeling of emptyness
you dont know were you belong
??? (mail me the line if your know it)
Can you trust in your skills

Now your Dreams and Wishes die
And evr'ything semm to be in vain
The light at the end of the time could also be a train

CHORUS