A mass illusion
Blind men in a line
They smother their fires with gasoline


A stranger's contribution
Everybody's on the run

No clue where they are heading

A spineless attempt

Have we lost it completely?
It always ends up in a mess


A liar's ambition
Praised like a king
Every day in every way

We are getting weaker

You won't go far

With the life that you're living
Every day in every way
We are getting weaker


Slow and calculated
Afraid of the sleeping

We'll never ever reach the goal