All these things around, 
in this space where I am bound, 
they are not for me, 
can't you see?

Just lying on the floor, 
still you want more. 
What will be enough,
wont you stop?

Filling your inside from the outside,
hoping that someway you could hide. 

These things that you buy, 
do not satisfy 
this hunger of yours, 
makes it worse. 

Turn the flow around, 
put your feet on the ground, 
'cause none of that is real 
do you feel? 

Filling your inside from the outside, 
hoping that someway you could hide, 
that's not the way to find the light 
guiding us trough this life.

It's the time to leave that sinking ship behind, 
you will find something [bad word] through, 
it will be revealed to you.