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In diesem Song geht es um einen Menschen, der an Agoraphobie leidet, sich also nicht außerhalb seines vertrauten Lebensraums aufhalten kann, und der zudem spielsüchtig ist. Er lebt allein, verbringt seine ganze Zeit physisch in seiner Wohnung und psychisch in der virtuellen Welt eines Online-Rollenspiels. Er zahlt seine Stromrechnung nicht, bis man ihm den Strom abschaltet und ihn von seiner Welt abschneidet. Er muss sich nun der Realität stellen und die Wohnung verlassen.
Roland Enders: Vocals, Keyboards, Gitarren, KB-Bass, KB-Drums
Roland Enders: Vocals, Keyboards, Gitarren, KB-Bass, KB-Drums
He lives his life in front of a window, 24 inches wide
In the world that opens behind the screen he doesn't need a guide
There he feels at home, there he has no fear, faces every challenge
But he cant' cope with real life, he is out of balance
He never sets a foot outside the entrance of his comfort zone
Pizza services keep him alive, nurse his analogue clone
His digital alter ego's roaming landscapes made of bits and bytes
Leading his party of virtual companions through artificial lows and heights
He's a cyber junkie
Barely capable to survive
In real life
He's a glorious fighter
No challenge is too hard for him
In an RPG sim
Has no real friends
Doesn't deal with people of flesh and blood
So what?
He is a digital hero
In a fancy world providing clear rules
And controllable tools
He grew up well protected in his cosy home
With a private tutor and selected playmates
His mom and dad both lost their lives in a traffic accident
And left him a large fortune. Now he was rich and alone
So he started to build his private cocoon
The sun hasn't tanned his pasty face for many, many years
For gotten are the demands of life, suppressed are all his fears
He lives a dream - there he is strong, there he can cope with everything
In the other world he's an easy prey - like a bird with a broken wing
He forgot to pay the bills sent by the power company
Ignored the reminders - now they turned off electricity
Cut the umbilical cord to the cyber world - made him paralyzed
He crouches in the dark at the entrance door and cries
All of a sudden he realizes that he will starve and die
If he cannot find the strength to open this door and fly
The sun hasn't tanned your pasty face for many, many years
Back are the demands of life, back are the wicked fears
Your dream has broken, don't look back, you have to face the real thing
The cage is open, leave it now - spread your wings
Spread your wings - spread your wings - spread your wings
In the world that opens behind the screen he doesn't need a guide
There he feels at home, there he has no fear, faces every challenge
But he cant' cope with real life, he is out of balance
He never sets a foot outside the entrance of his comfort zone
Pizza services keep him alive, nurse his analogue clone
His digital alter ego's roaming landscapes made of bits and bytes
Leading his party of virtual companions through artificial lows and heights
He's a cyber junkie
Barely capable to survive
In real life
He's a glorious fighter
No challenge is too hard for him
In an RPG sim
Has no real friends
Doesn't deal with people of flesh and blood
So what?
He is a digital hero
In a fancy world providing clear rules
And controllable tools
He grew up well protected in his cosy home
With a private tutor and selected playmates
His mom and dad both lost their lives in a traffic accident
And left him a large fortune. Now he was rich and alone
So he started to build his private cocoon
The sun hasn't tanned his pasty face for many, many years
For gotten are the demands of life, suppressed are all his fears
He lives a dream - there he is strong, there he can cope with everything
In the other world he's an easy prey - like a bird with a broken wing
He forgot to pay the bills sent by the power company
Ignored the reminders - now they turned off electricity
Cut the umbilical cord to the cyber world - made him paralyzed
He crouches in the dark at the entrance door and cries
All of a sudden he realizes that he will starve and die
If he cannot find the strength to open this door and fly
The sun hasn't tanned your pasty face for many, many years
Back are the demands of life, back are the wicked fears
Your dream has broken, don't look back, you have to face the real thing
The cage is open, leave it now - spread your wings
Spread your wings - spread your wings - spread your wings
