The wind was blowing through your hair.
Soft and tender, you kill the air.
Quite safe and quite secure.
Quite strange and quite obscure.
The selfdestruction of human kind.
Selfdestruction, burning sand.
Close your eyes , close your ears.
Close your heart, unclose your fear.
Two thousand years back in time.
Two thousand years of wisdom and crime.
No solution, no conclusion, no (solution), (pollution).
In a world of computers, a world made of steel.
A world sensitive to fear, a world of illusion, a world of hate.
A world of computers, a world quite strange.
In this world made of steel, man provides his own fear.
Selfdestruction, burning sand.
Close your eyes, close your ears.
Close your heart, unclose your fear.
