Man thinks he is the crown of god's creationnHe thinks he can control everything to please his soulnWhen we don't know real lovenAnd find no answer abovenWe're alone, build an own shelter of fantasynWe found heaven we found hellnIn illusionary fieldsnWhen we need a little spellnWe need illusionary fieldsnSometimes beauty's a beastnAnd like a whore on duty she simulatesnParadise in a land of liesnSometimes too blind to seenThat love and lust don't agreenWe adore this whore and turn to fantasynnWe found heaven we found hell...