You try to think it's not over But you are so close to the edge No time to heal or recover Your life is like a burning match
Time to destroy your illusions That you have always cherished well All ways are leading straight to hell
So little time Till the end of world, the end of life All passers-by Wouldn't stand a chance, there's no use to try Knock on each door Till you find the thing you are looking for Won't find no more
The siren wails in the city Don't run away don't try to hide When you see hundreds of gritty Hell's angels going for a ride
They will destroy your illusions That you have always cherished well All ways are leading straight to hell