without an aim we stagger throught a span of time called life we learn to be replaceable, we learn to stand alone we use to hope for better times to burn infected wounds we learn to act adaptable, we learn to fear the change
afraid of my intentions, I know you grasp for air now everything´s collapsing, protect me if you can nothing´s like it seems to be, it´s all about technocracy I wonder ´bout your way of life, we´re closer to the end
we cross the swords to fall from grace, we don´t give anything away we deal with words just to impress, we like to hurt and to forgive we try to handle any loss, we´re really narrow-minded we´re moving on in circles, the hunt is on my dear
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we really don´t know where to go, at least we´re going down we listen to the madman´s speech of all the things to come we suffer from the happy end, we fall asleep, we dream we take it all away, we act like figures on the screen