Still we ride

(with no meaning, we grow cold)

Wasted days - beyond recognition
In the times of the fall
Long steps towards second beginning
If the goal - has no meaning at all

With no meaning at all

Still we ride towards tedious nightmare
 [bad word] emotional wage
Cold incision - to spark the needs to remain
No hope in veins

Wasted years through change and repression
While the towers fall
Decadence reveals the illusion
Behind plastic face - we grow cold

We grow cold

Still we ride towards tedious nightmare
 [bad word] emotional wage
Cold incision - to spark the needs to remain
No hope in veins

Still we ride

Over and over
In search for the cover
From the oceans away
From hypocritical lover
I'm your friend - until the end
We are sinking
We are sinking

(with no meaning, we grow old)

Still we ride towards tedious nightmare
 [bad word] emotional wage
Cold incision - to spark the needs to remain
No hope in veins

Still we ride