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Words & Music |
by B. Blanke |
Lead vocals |
by Kevin Ahrens & |
Lothlorien |
All instruments by Lothlorien |
Artwork |
by Tarek El Bebbili |
Deborah
Can you hear the whisper?
Can you hear what they say?
Can you hear the cries of the lunatics?
Deborah’s just seventeen
And she would likely look pretty
If her face wouldn’t be bloated by the pills
She’s standing at the window
But she’s not looking out
Her eyes are empty and cold
She doesn’t see anything
She doesn’t hear anything
At all events not from this world
So she walks the institution halls
From morning to morn
From meal to meal – that’s her life
Who can draw the line between
Delusion and reality?
Who can decide who’s normal and who’s insane?
She didn’t understand this world
In which she was looking for love
So she began to build up her own world
The physicians called it schizophrenia
They declared her mad
And they locked her up
Who can draw the line between
Delusion and reality?
Who can decide who’s normal and who’s insane?
Everything we don’t understand
and everything that is different
Everything that disturbs our eyes
and everything that touches our conscience
Everything that doesn’t adjust to the society
we push off and lock away.