Over and over your mind gets sober, Mooving slower, seeking the way Day to day end is closer, Falling lower, becoming loner
Days are similar grey - they are running away Faces are similar grey - they are turning away
Oh, wow, it's our favourite show Please a little bit louder, loud and more crowded Please, don't look aside the screen and believe in what you've seen Or we shall leave you 'lone, 'cause your thought will be wrong.
We just wanna everything, we just wanna live in a dream Let the weak go in the back, let the fear hold their necks Because passion is whatever for those, who live forever.
Victim is forgotten and our heroes are rotten Waste what we have got Have we reached the bottom?