Born alone, destined to survive alone until the end Like a leaf in an autumn storm But through the mist I sense a variety of life surrounding me Sometimes familiar and sometimes I can't relate at all
Should I consider them friends or foes? Will I benefit or lose?
Alone some storm the earth and take their preys But when they weaken, the bitter scythe of death awaits So with full force together some gloriously survive Within a pecking order, of blood deprived
We gathered together and achieved heights I never could have reached alone And we flourished like a blossom But then all that we gained had to be divided… I fought until I fell for my share within this hierarchy of hell
Have my allies become my foes? I have to fight before I lose!
Alone some storm the earth and take their preys But when they weaken, the bitter scythe of death awaits So with full force together some gloriously survive Within a pecking order, of blood deprived
‘Du bist nichts, dein Volk ist alles!'
I was pecked until I bled, yet I was warned for dangers from the skies Moral behaviour evolved to establish the welfare of the tribe Altruism and empathy Crucial instincts to cooperate as a successful race
But in the end, it's each for its own survival Whether we share together or take alone Whether we use each other's abilities to stay alive Or whether we strangle others and parasitise
With full force together we gloriously survive Within a pecking order, of blood deprivedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
