I'm walking the line, I hate this world, I'm seeking for freedom... What is luck? What is luck? All is illusion, Reality is dying, All is covered in varnish. Scratch it off, scratch it off - And you can see rust.
It's dragging me home - This feeling... Away - away - away So faraway...
Just look at the people - Grabbing everything, Trying to buy luck Ruthlessly, ruthlessly... Stick at nothing... Isolation is king, Consum is deadly, All is covered in varnish. Scratch in off, scratch it off - And you can see rust.
It's dragging me home - This feeling... Away - away - away So faraway...
Your hand is like hope, Your face as white as milk, Your skin - the survival, Your mouth is sweet... Words like honey Creep into my ears, Speak softly to me...
It's dragging me home - This feeling... Away - away - away So faraway I wanna go with you...