A mass illusion 

Blind men in a line 

They smother their fires with gasoline



A strangers 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 well 

Never ever reach the goal