People are held together by the threat of force.
I look out of the window, see the passin’ shops.
The Hunt for Truth, you know, is like a magic box.
Hamlet says: “I cannot.” And: “My wit’s diseased.”
And she said: “See you.” Wanted to be at ease.
The Hunt for Truth, you know, is no low-key peace.
I like girls and know how to talk to them.
I’m not gettin’ nervous when seduced by them.
The Hunt for Truth, you know, has an open end.
I like to wave my arms gettin’ down with the beat.
I like a woman’s love that is without fear.
The Hunt for Truth, you know, is adventure and is sweet.
We had wine and we had bread before we all left.
It’s all a larger part of a world bereft
of unhappy thoughts and things you shouldn’t get.
Gamma radiation won’t escape the Hunt for Truth.
Nor any isolation in crazy world-taboos.
The Hunt for Truth, you know, is always inside you.
People are held together by the threat of force.
I look out of the window, see the living corpse.
The Hunt for Truth, you know, reaches out beyond all hopes.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany