Never ending places following in a row
The blindness of the moment
In my vicinity
Empty the lung
Fill it with your aspirations
You're moving on a conveyor belt straightforward
Talking to the elders
They look just like animals
The energy of the breaker becomes infinity
Strike against the war
We've been busy lately
Hiking on the coral sea with no reward
Am I suffering of a mental illness? (x8)
Italian tourists burning all the cards
Let me know when you're free
We'll travel the space
Counting on my fingers
One, two, three, four,
Five, six, seven, eight,
Nein, my fräulein
Yours, mine, on the line
Risky, nifty, bitchy
The actor took off his mask and burn it for the audience
Buy me a new torchlight
With £67
To enlighten the grass lying in the midday sun
Am I suffering of a mental illness? (x16)
The energy of the breaker becomes reality
Empty your brain and lungs
And fill it with vicinity
The blindness of the tourists
£67
Counting on no reward to restore the coral sea
Baskets on a conveyor belt
They told me how to score
Check if my fingers are free on the grass of the midday sun
Let me know the state of the disrupt in my mind
The energy of the breaker is infinity
Am I suffering of a mental illness? (x4)