Neon light burns the skin
No pigment absorbs the sun
Numbered and burnt out
Progress for the fatherland
Cramped into small rooms
Gray on gray and without dreams
Voices whisper through the wall
A strange self guides your hand
And you look up at the sky
And time flies by
And the horizon breaks open
For a small one Eternity
Closed still to the appearance of calm
Burning the pain into you
Swallowing down every need
With shyness you practice cult
Crawling on your knees through your world
At the first blow you are counted
Live your life in format
You see yourself as a subject
And you look up at the sky
And time flies by
And the horizon opens up
For a small eternity
And time flies by
For a small eternity
And time flies by
For a small eternity...< br/>