He bought your brain with his illusions,
and he caught you in total confusion,
with words, whispered in the shadows,
like a helping hand, reaching out
to drag you down.
He collects you heart
steals it and retains it in a box,
it is all he wants and all he longs for.
you let your eyes blindfold,
and ashes turn to roses, sand turns into gold.
The voices tell you that you´ll make it trought
the life down here just needs another point of view
whatever you think, you are never alone
in the box of the collector.