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



in every way

We are getting weaker



You won't go far

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



A liar's ambition

Praised like a king



in every way

We are getting weaker



You won't go far

that you're living

Every day

in every way

We are getting weaker



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

in every way

We are getting weaker.