Fear is not for love, it is so cruel and mean. But I'll keep it on, my family lives in a machine. Too tired to talk, too tired to relax. Too much to do or think to stay on the tracks. Radical sunrise is not to arrive, To bring my mind into a positive jive. You cannot win, this place is just too bleak. You can't enjoy unless you're a freak...
Quick as day, Quick as a night, Like my poor love seems to be as it fades away.
I hear the steps coming in towards my room. Is it you monster calling? Bursting like a balloon, Is this the end of my life, what have I done wrong? It's the time of axe and my final song! Be boy, gone boy, here it comes: The fast trendy vision that the day sums. With no happy dreams, with an ugly truth Of how to get killed in your living room!
Quick as day, Quick as a night, Like my poor love seems to be as it fades away...