The Castaway Crown Songtext
von Raunchy

He stepped forward with certainty
And then secured his blindfold tightly
He saw nothing of this world, free of his own reflection
He heard their voices faintly, so much softer than his own
He sensed their touch rest upon him
But only felt, only felt of stone
His thoughts became an infinite flow
The truths of which he spoke with absolute conviction
And took solace in knowing their words
Were simply competing frequencies

The fate of one who only sees (truth in his own words)
Is the furthest thing from free (is the furthest thing from free)
A prisoner to an elite (no one will ever know)
A castaway lost at sea


He found his voice ringing wall to wall
Answer his thoughts, standing on his own
He learned nothing of this world free of his own reason
He paid no views attention that he did not find
Paid no views attention that he did not find to his liking

The fate of one who only sees (truth in his own words)
Is the furthest thing from free (is the furthest thing from free)
A prisoner to an elite (no one will ever know)
A castaway lost at sea

The fate of one who only sees (truth in his own words)
Is the furthest thing from free (is the furthest thing from free)
The fate of one who only sees (truth in his own words)
Is the furthest thing from free (is the furthest thing from free)
A prisoner to an elite (no one will ever know)
A castaway lost at sea