The ghosts of (they all?) still haunting me the thousands that had to fall in vain I see that wall before me... And that was the way it had to be: the thousands that had to go insane I see a wall that isn ́t mine it only lives inside your mind. There ́s a new fire from the ashes of the old rising up from deep inside of lies and stories you were told. There is still a beating in the heart broken in two (?) still coming from the innocence that (it?) stole from you. 1989 1989 The (echo ́s?) strength from long ago you follow a line where blood ground deep. I see that war before me. And way down inside you have to know: Poets and thinkers rest in peace I see a war that will be mine follow the path they left behind... There ́s a new fire from the ashes of the old rising up from deep inside of lies and stories you were told. There is still a beating in the heart broken in two ( ) still coming from the innocence that (it?) stole from you. 1989 hey hey 1989 There ́s a new wire (fire)...