When he's sitting behind grey walls so naked
All the barbed wires round his life
Twisted into a rope without compassion for him
Give a fool enough rope and he'll hang himself
For the jailers it's clear they act in the law's name
They can't conceive what's right, what's wrong indeed
Wretched figures through spyholes ghostly echoes announce
The trap door to hell can't be far away
Striver stands, lies and sits in his cell and is full of fear
When someone unlocks his cell without an actual key
Scheleton's eyes are smiling, the smile of eternity
He enters the room in order to explain what's coming
Now the die is cast, it is on the record
Call it fate, call it death
It's just a time game
Can you see what it means to be called to account
To be called to account by society
They've got their codes and ethics, logic laws
But they don't give a single damn for me
Striver stood, lay and sat in his cell and was full of fear
When someone unlocked his cell without an actual key
Scheleton's eyes are smiling, the smile of eternity
He entered the room in order to explain what was coming
Now the die is cast, it is on the record
Call it fate, call it death
It's just a time game
They've got their codes and ethics, logic laws
They've got their codes and ethics, logic laws
They've got their codes and ethics, logic laws
But they don't give a single damn for me