| Song | In Chains |
| Artist | Sylvan |
| Album | Posthumous Silence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Cold spreads out a chill of fear when the wind blows | |
| Used to freeze and bind me here … and now it grows | |
| Feel they will exploit my crude naivety | |
| Things I will reveal to you – my diary | |
| Put into words what I’m feeling, put into words my whole life … | |
| In chains – when will I freak out in chains? | |
| Thoughts that are about to rise will be unbound | |
| Doubts – I try to verbalize and write them down | |
| Push the narrowness aside incessantly | |
| It’s just in you that I confide – my diary | |
| Searching, I’m searching the world in my head | |
| Hoping, still hoping to find it somewhere | |
| Traveled through landscapes in quest of this place | |
| Where peacefully sugary roses await … | |
| Mellowly in arms wide open – they comfort me in peace | |
| Countless people notice me and listen honestly | |
| Colorful but open-minded they tolerate me all | |
| Wouldn’t it be great if I can find this lost imaginary world … | |
| There are times, when – through the haze – I find it hard to see | |
| There are times, when I regret there’s no-one here for me | |
| There are times, when I’m alone, I’m crying desperately | |
| There are times, when I miss Daddy’s hand that’s guiding me … | |
| When do I quit the labyrinth of my life ? | |
| When do I quit the labyrinth inside ? | |
| When do I quit the labyrinth … sometimes ? | |
| When will I quit the labyrinth of my life ? | |
| Find me – and I would take you on this trip with me | |
| Guide me – you’d use my eyes to judge what I can see | |
| Raise me – I’ll show you all the things that worry me | |
| Please help me – this is my SOS … my diary | |
| In chains – when will I freak out in chains? |
| Cold spreads out a chill of fear when the wind blows | |
| Used to freeze and bind me here and now it grows | |
| Feel they will exploit my crude naivety | |
| Things I will reveal to you my diary | |
| Put into words what I' m feeling, put into words my whole life | |
| In chains when will I freak out in chains? | |
| Thoughts that are about to rise will be unbound | |
| Doubts I try to verbalize and write them down | |
| Push the narrowness aside incessantly | |
| It' s just in you that I confide my diary | |
| Searching, I' m searching the world in my head | |
| Hoping, still hoping to find it somewhere | |
| Traveled through landscapes in quest of this place | |
| Where peacefully sugary roses await | |
| Mellowly in arms wide open they comfort me in peace | |
| Countless people notice me and listen honestly | |
| Colorful but openminded they tolerate me all | |
| Wouldn' t it be great if I can find this lost imaginary world | |
| There are times, when through the haze I find it hard to see | |
| There are times, when I regret there' s noone here for me | |
| There are times, when I' m alone, I' m crying desperately | |
| There are times, when I miss Daddy' s hand that' s guiding me | |
| When do I quit the labyrinth of my life nbsp? | |
| When do I quit the labyrinth inside nbsp? | |
| When do I quit the labyrinth sometimes nbsp? | |
| When will I quit the labyrinth of my life nbsp? | |
| Find me and I would take you on this trip with me | |
| Guide me you' d use my eyes to judge what I can see | |
| Raise me I' ll show you all the things that worry me | |
| Please help me this is my SOS my diary | |
| In chains when will I freak out in chains? |
| Cold spreads out a chill of fear when the wind blows | |
| Used to freeze and bind me here and now it grows | |
| Feel they will exploit my crude naivety | |
| Things I will reveal to you my diary | |
| Put into words what I' m feeling, put into words my whole life | |
| In chains when will I freak out in chains? | |
| Thoughts that are about to rise will be unbound | |
| Doubts I try to verbalize and write them down | |
| Push the narrowness aside incessantly | |
| It' s just in you that I confide my diary | |
| Searching, I' m searching the world in my head | |
| Hoping, still hoping to find it somewhere | |
| Traveled through landscapes in quest of this place | |
| Where peacefully sugary roses await | |
| Mellowly in arms wide open they comfort me in peace | |
| Countless people notice me and listen honestly | |
| Colorful but openminded they tolerate me all | |
| Wouldn' t it be great if I can find this lost imaginary world | |
| There are times, when through the haze I find it hard to see | |
| There are times, when I regret there' s noone here for me | |
| There are times, when I' m alone, I' m crying desperately | |
| There are times, when I miss Daddy' s hand that' s guiding me | |
| When do I quit the labyrinth of my life nbsp? | |
| When do I quit the labyrinth inside nbsp? | |
| When do I quit the labyrinth sometimes nbsp? | |
| When will I quit the labyrinth of my life nbsp? | |
| Find me and I would take you on this trip with me | |
| Guide me you' d use my eyes to judge what I can see | |
| Raise me I' ll show you all the things that worry me | |
| Please help me this is my SOS my diary | |
| In chains when will I freak out in chains? |