get going to start over, every day, keep up with the pace
what is the matter with my head?
no memory remains
what stays behind?
there's only a masquerade
it's required to take control
stop the train
the sand of life is running out
digging deep into the past
the future is not far away
a journey without stop
the sand of life is running out
the time is right for a revolution
awoken under my own steam
motions freeze in
everything becomes clear
shed my old skin
I'm ready to go on
this is the way of the world
on a string
you can't win them all
spread your wings
try to escape
this is why we're living
whether I'm prepared or not