Оригинален текст
A mass illusion
Blind men in a line
They smother their fires with gasoline
A strangers contribution.
Everybodys 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 liars ambition, praised like a king
Every day in every way we are getting weaker
You wont go far with the life that youre living
Every day in every way we are getting weaker
Slow and calculated
Afraid of the sleeping well
Never ever reach the goal
A liars ambition, praised like a king
Every day in every way we are getting weaker
You wont go far with the life that youre living
Every day in every way we are getting weaker
A liars ambition, praised like a king
Every day in every way we are getting weaker
You wont go far with the life that youre living
Every day in every way we are getting weaker