no salavation for you and me
we watched the stumbling
everyday life
deform to an old king's plaything
while all these brute headlines
chased by my head

so fast asleep
so deadly alive
striving for perfection
while we wait, we wait

with my broken hand's full of nothing
everything, everything spins out of control
there's a slowly fading red
on the horizon
while rising dark eats the dying sun
this age collides
with it's own imagination
imagination of progress
and there's no salavation for you
and me

so fast asleep
so deadly alive
striving for perfection
while we wait

for the eternal sleep
the eternal sleep
the eternal
the eternal
sleep

your world
crushes into my life
and i'm tired
what's left in the end?

and this old king told me
to stay awake
he told me that it all was not so bad
it was not so bad