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