Give up oneself with none ideal [bad word] ’round and getting near
Then nothing could change
Nevertheless the process’ real
Falling on the weakest will
We still have today
Do we have time?
We’re surfing on [bad word] stream
Of all that is vain but we’re still on a beam
There’s a hole in the game
It’s leaking so on any part of the ground
While lonesome souls are burning around
It’s happened again…
Do we have to lay arms down?
Let’s face it there’s a panic instead
Every morning claims for the name of a dead
It’s [bad word] insane
All in all is there one more deal?
Let it grow in your bargain speech
Expecting no clouds by the end of the week
Is there anything else?
So we lack of new stories…
Do we have time?
Do we have time?
Anyway …
Day after day we’re all back to work
Taking refuge in constant dreams of heaven
We know it…
We know it…
There’s a duty on this planet
We’d better keep in mind
selfish human aspect
Hanging around
It’s growing in the corners
It’s growing in my shoes
In the basement of mankind
Someone’s havin’ fun
It’s flickering and sliding
In every little shame
To deaf and blind they’re smiling
They are sealing our fate
Anyway …