Yes, so the message goes
Like an insect in its death-throes
magic-carpet-ride to [bad word] 
Then back to here with time to tell
metal-scar on every face
We walk to a forbidden place
Where dirty water cleans the soul
We pour into another hole
Under a concrete-sky
Barricades begin to rise
Sun and stars begin to fall
sonic-boom condemns us all
Decapitated soldiers fight
And ministers control the light
In leaking gas we bathe our flesh
And in the air we fight for breath

 [bad word] a secret delivery
All aboard the reason why
broken down discovery
 [bad word]  [bad word] do not apply
I'm half blind and I'm losing
picture that is out of control
I'm lying on the ground but I'm moving
prison being built round my soul

Auf dem fliegenden teppich
Zur h?lle und zurcck
Mit ausfchrlichem bericht
Unter bleiernem himmel
Barrikaden verdunkeln das licht
Kopflose soldaten in der schlacht
Insekten in todeszuckungen
Im angesicht verl?schender
Gestirne verlassen
Uns alle hoffnungen