Something’s wrong to be sane End of line, burn my brain Something’s hard to acclaim End of line, fill your disdain
Run for nothing To get rid of These scraps Dissolve the crime Round this cycle Wreck the slime Work it hard Overtime
Something’s wrong to devote End of line, do your joke Something hard to demote End of line, be my cutthroat
Lead the march Mastermind Fold the arms Discard the crime Don't be alert War declined Hide the dirt Take your time
Life on the tightrope, an empty fate and there's no hope of salvation A death on the way and a static wait, even so there is no crucifixion Trying to walk with the crowd: unblamable Trying to control the crowd, unalterable
Or go back to sleep Back to sleep
Don't confront the rules of the game: build the future civilization
Something’s hard to the act End of line: you are correct
Something’s wrong to be sane Something’s hard to acclaim Something’s wrong to devote Something hard to demote
