Carnival - The Crüxshadows

If your very, very quiet

And do not make a sound

I’ll share a little secret

That seems a bit profound

Each thought that is imagined

Gains life its own

And drifts into reality

Looking for it’s home

Some people call it Karma

Some people call it fate

Some people call it kindness

Others call it hate

Some people use it wisely

Some people sell it cheap

Some call it happiness

But others call it grief

Tragedy from tragedy

A lovers kiss (that's simple)

Religion falls behind the walls

Where paradise remains

Did suffering suggest the cause

Of all our little questions

The answer was not coming soon

She paused for reflection