Never asked for a helping hand
But that's all I want
A feeling of powerness
In a world arranged
Still the power is
You'll die with fear in your eyes
Praying... begging for a
I'm not the only one, who has looked to the
Bastard
You little creep
Time after time
You prove that
Instrumental
Do they dream?
These machines have eyes
I'm floating! I'm failing! I'm
Fly out of your cage
Leave eighteen years of pain
You look so different
When you're dead and gone
And when you're
Look at me, into the eyes of a stranger
If they
The horn call and we fall
Into a hell hand made