Caliban


(Music and Lyrics: Sascha Mario Klein)

You’re selling water to the drowned.
You offer silence to the ones who hear no sound. Y
ou’re selling prayers to the deserted.
You’re bringing preachers to the already converted.
You offer rope, all along with chairs.
A guilty conscience to the one who cares.
You’re preaching water and drinking wine.
You bring distraction to those waiting for a sign.

Raise your hands, raise your voice.
This is all wrong.
You just never had a choice.
We make you believe.
You’d better not see.
For all of this you’re just a Caliban to me…

You offer options to the ones who can’t decide
of what is right or wrong or otherwise have died.
You’re casting doubt among who just believed.
Silence suspicion in the ones to be deceived.
If there’s no evil, then there’s no good.
And you’ll be the only one who ever understood.
Things do just happen, no need to cry.
You’ve seen it all and it always passes by.

Raise your voice and raise your hands.
This is all real.
You just never had a chance.
We make you believe.
You’d better not see.
For all of this you’re just a Caliban to me…


Caliban posted on 2015-03-17 20:52