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
