ANTZ
ants in the dark
 dance in the park

crawling, creeping in the mud
 down under the hands of god
 serving all the mothers thirst
 bleeding from the mothers birth

we await the fires flame
 we´re not ashamed – no one´s to blame
 there will be a rise after the fall

sleeping, below the sun
 hunted – always on [bad word]  eating ourselves in misery
 throwing up the history

we await the fires flame
 we´re not ashamed – no one´s to blame
 there will be a rise after the fall

we wait for the sun to rise and
 we´re the plague which we despise
 we´re just pleasant when we lose it all

and we dance in the midnight moon
 here under a pale sky in the winds of doom

and we´re dancing in the midnight