The Question

Have you not wondered what the world is really like;
How it would look through happy eyes?
For you it’s just a judgement on yourself. — It is not there at all
It’s merciless and were it outside you, you should indeed be fearful
Outside’s just the untruth
So it was you, who made it merciless
It is not there at all
It is not there at all — just a picture of what you think you are
Of how you see yourself, of how you see yourself
A simple question yet remains and needs an answer
Do you like what you have made -a world of murder and hate?
A simple question yet remains and needs an answer
Do you know that you have made — a world of murder and hate?
A simple question yet remains and needs an answer
Now tell me why do you like what you have made
You thread your timid way through constant dangers
Alone and frightened, hoping that death will wait a little longer
Before it overtakes you
Yet fear’s insanity, yet fear’s insanity
If you change your perspective you would agree
Cause it was you, who made it frightful. — it is not there at all