Is this what we want?

Is this what we want?

Is this what we need?

What is this that we feel?

Is this fake? Is this real?

Is this how we learn?

Is this how we teach?

Is this how we grow?

Is this how we reach?

Is this how we laugh?

Is this how we cry?

Is this how we live?

Is this how we die?

Is this how we love?

Is this how we hate?

Is this only luck?

Is this only fate?

Is this how we see?

Is this how we hear?

Is this how we fight?

Is this courage or fear?

Are these questions the answer?

Are these answers the question?

Is this only normal?

Is this an obsession?

Is this what we call soul?

Is this why we feel cold?

Is this because we thought

We can't be bought, can't be sold?

Is this what we are?

Just some common sinners?

Always the losers?

Never the winners?

Is the heart that we’ve lost?

In this fire within.

Always seeing the end

We forgot to begin.

Is this what we dreamed off?

A reality that's unreal?

Would be these screaming wounds

ever able to heal?

Is this how we spoke?

Only through closed eyes?

Cos' lips were always smiling

the truth they tried to hide?

Why did we hide the moon

behind another sun?

So we can't see the night

in which we used to run?

Is this why we hide ourselves from ourselves?

Is this why we pretend that nothing makes sense?

Is this what we are?

Flying visions through sand?

Water and fire in a faraway land?

Is this everything?

''No this is nothing at all

the show is just starting

Let me find you a role!

you look like you never done this before!!!

Just be yourselves, nothing less nothing more. ''

Again? The same stage? We don’t need to act!!!

we've always been here but we never care to react

we don’t need your roles or the same sad old part

We need new emotions we need to restart.