If I look inside I see myself without direction
And my dreams go up in smoke in desperation
I am just another victim of the production cycle
Produce, consume and remain silent while you are still alive
The colors fade and it rains on me
The colors fade and it rains on me
It's not over I won't stop
It's not over I won't stop
But it doesn't matter now it doesn't I feel you
Closer to me
And lost inside the circle of self-destruction
I collect what remains now of every sensation
Fragments of hopes lie without words
Incomprehensible signals of what you called love
The colors fade
And it rains on me
The colors fade
And it rains on me
It's too late now I won't stop
/>Everything ends when your life is a number
You don't notice for a moment
The pain then vanishes