Mechanism Of Inspiration

Inside my soul i hear knocking
Oh, i can hear it so often
I sit in a quiet place
Waiting what's gonna happen

Iron gates open
Slightly as always
I gotta one second
To grasp the right time

Invisible hands want to open the door
Conceptions come out of my mind

I am a blindman
I catch just pieces
I blunder here like an outcast
Dirty criminal

Sometimes i see
A stunning scene
One thousand suns
Pouring over me

And for awhile i feel
That i have learned the answer
Was it all real?
Could it be my cry?

Invisible hands close the door
Conceptions fade away

I am a blindman
I catch just pieces
I blunder here like an outcast
Dirty criminal