Originally written in Kreuzlingen (Switzerland) 1998. Only the final part is left from the original version, though. Wrote the first stanza in 2017 and the second in the mid-2000s.   

Some folks believe in a promised land
And that to get in they need a gun in their hands
Good guys die too young
While villains live on their pension funds

Some guys bear a load of sins on their back
Without suffering or any regret
Some guys are sitting in a golden chair
The world may be starving but they wouldn’t care

Oh I'm getting crazy, oh to get calm
Oh getting crazy, oh to get calm

There was blood in the air when you spoke out my name
A poisonous taste on your lips in the rain
Shadows spreading ´gainst the lights on the wall
Casted by the fear to lose it all

Dead man walking ahead with deep red in his eyes
Woman costumed in black with her skin painted white
Chasing through the dark corridors of their house
Listening to the rules of a greedy force

Oh I'm getting crazy, oh to get calm
Oh getting crazy, oh to get calm
Oh I'm getting crazy, oh to get calm
Oh getting crazy, oh to get calm

On my travels around I could hear the sound
Of a billion lost souls howling down in the ground
Who once just like me were seeking for release
From everything that hindered them living in peace

Tonight I’m breathing fire, try to walk through the mist
I cross the hills and valleys, hands clenched as fists
Reach the end of the world but it’s all the same thing
What will my children believe, what bloody songs will they sing?

Oh I'm getting crazy, oh to get calm
Oh getting crazy, oh to get calm
Oh I'm getting crazy, oh to get calm
Oh getting crazy, oh to get calm