You've been fighting for your soul And sometimes it takes a toll Hope one day you'll understand What it means to hold in hands What they call a fantasy It is nothing but a key To the world that now you're in That they call a wicked dream When you're walking on your own When you're broken and alone You may feel us from inside - on the other side of life. Ohohohoh (...) ohohoh (keep repeating this Ohohoh until the end) I've been fighting for my soul And sometimes it takes a toll Hope one day we'll understand What it means to hold in hands What we call a fantasy But it's nothing but a key To the world that now I'm in That we call a wicked dream (Keep repeating this too, and uppon the other voices:) Oh, walking on my own When I'm broken and aloo...oo...one I may feel you from inside From the other side of li...i...ife (now just the "Ohohoh" and fade out)