Millions of shoes crash your opinions,
in dust of paths lies your hopes,
knocked down on kneels you are still fighting,
do you think you�re the only one who wants to go?
Empty like a pedestal without a statue,
broken like a cross of this age,
frightened, desperate, confused,
like this fucking world.

Chorus:
You have no chance,
you can�t resist,
you can�t survive
you can�t rescue yourself.
You can�t protest,
you can�t forgive,
you can�t revolt,
you can�t raise from a grave.

This world is so confused
without any future.
What will we see tomorrow?
Nothing else than hate and fear.
Wedges hammered into your head
are slivering your desire
and they that closed your eyes
win the race about your life.

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