The world is flat again, only one place to stay
And time slips away so quickly.
No more home in the womb and homeless
Let's drift towards darkness.
That's how we are always on the journey like in iron chains,
like in convict colonies.
The rows stretch seemingly endlessly without meaning.
No one can escape without will.
You are the link in the chain , that's missing,
that in order to save us, sees what counts
Aren't you wondering too much when?
Just ask yourself: if not you, then who?
You are the glimmer in the tower.
Who else, if not you, can do it?
You are the voice in the storm.
Who else, if not you, can do it be?
You are the light on the horizon,
burn yourself as a beacon.
It doesn't matter if the storm front
roars much louder, it doesn't matter.
It All that matters is that someone has to scream.
Who else, if not you, can it be?
We were always the center of attention,
the steps were awkward,
but it was there is pushing us towards the edge.
We are the flood, we take everything with us. A parasite.
And behind us only dead land.
The world is flat again, only one place to stay
And time is slipping away so quickly.
And we made it our subject In a hundred years
This will all be over long ago.
You are the link in the chain that is missing,
Who, in order to save us, sees what counts.
Ask Don't you worry too much when?
Just ask yourself: if not you, then who?
You are the glimmer in the tower.
Who else, if not you, can it be?
You are the voice in the storm.
Who else, if not you, can it be?
You are the light on the horizon,
Burn yourself as a beacon.
It doesn't matter if the storm front roars much louder, it doesn't matter.
All that matters is: someone has to scream.
Who else, if not you, can it be?
It's as if they were visitors returning home afterwards,
who overgrow everything else, multiply too much,
who nip everything in the bud with thorny tendrils,
with their angry ones Thoughts crush resistance.
But you finally want to speak again,
finally stop being silent
and if you want, it can easily break,
finally show your backbone
You are the one Shimmer in the tower.
Who else, if not you, can it be?
You are the voice in the storm.
Who else, if not you, can it be?
You if you are the light on the horizon,
burn yourself as a beacon.
It doesn't matter if the storm front
roars much louder, it doesn't matter.
All that matters is: someone has to scream.
Who else, if not you, can it be?
All that matters is: someone has to scream.
Who else, if not you, can it be?
Who else?

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