Waste the endless days Pondering on how to get away You're a mask, nothing real Just a piece in a spinning wheel
When you're almost there It steals your thoughts Disturbance surrounds you Then it's gone
In the shades, in the weakest of moments Deep in your doubts full of agony Don't forget that we're fuel for the engine And you're nothing but a spoke in the wheel
The same awakening Strikes your mind every time It's a shame, all this suffering Like you thought you had a life
Are you closing in? You forgot one thing That it's a dead end street Where all the dreamers meet
In the shades, in the weakest of moments Deep in your doubts full of agony Don't forget that we're fuel for the engine And you're nothing but a spoke in the wheelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
