Texty: Time Machine. Act II : Galileo. Prisoner Of Dreams (Condemned).

Day turns in to night
The light of hope shimmers
Weak and pale
Held here to be judged
Isolation kills deep inside

It?s not a man that I believe in
It?s not an idol made of stone
It?s Love, it?s more
These four walls
Are closing in onto me

Being different to be condemned
Power games
To save the System someone has to pay
Criminal thoughts from a dissident mind
The Academy doesn?t allow anyone
To place any doubt

I?m that someone they call rebel
Arrogant and proud I?ll always be
Prisoner of dreams