All the great minds think alike;
But I differ from this style.
Right now I have crossed the line
That delimits truth and lie.
Many years I stand the pain
Running through my aching brain.
Getting wet in the acid rain
I dissolve my inner shame.
What the hell is going on
While I sit on my steel throne
Built up in the land of stones?
Far away from my true home.

The Land of Stones won't set me free,
Leaving the scars across my wit.
The Land of Stones will always be
The broken mind's reality.

I'm looking for the joy of life;
I'm dancing on the edge of a knife;
I look inside to find some light;
And I see nothing being blind.
Help me, if you want to see
More than the cruel hypocrisy;
Help me leave my foul dreams,
Help me, I've become obscene!
Hate me, I will not regret.
Hate my love,  I won't forget.
Hate me, I've become a rat
Longing for a cigarette.

The Land of Stones won't set me free,
Leaving the scars across my wit.
The Land of Stones will always be
The broken mind's reality.

In the place called misery
I saw the dead machinery.
What was that? A mistery?
Or just a lethal chemistry?
Far beyond the fog of fear,
Drowned in a sea of tears, 
I forgot to disappear.
And now what? And now I'm here.
I'm depressed and having fun;
Nothing matters when I'm drunk.
I don't care 'bout what I have done
To be the king, to be The One.

The Land of Stones won't set me free,
Leaving the scars across my wit.
The Land of Stones will always be
The broken mind's reality.