A cloudy vision, a sense of grandeur I don't care what is wrong or right (wrong or right) The earth is bleeding and secreting madness Petrified, gone dry inside The wheels keep turning and the clock is pounding And there's only more and more that I want (I want) And through the things you can still feel the sounding of the maze, of the place where things still matter
ROCK MORE! ROLL MORE! FUCK MORE! PAC-MAN IS LOVIN' IT!