I leave satellite trails wherever I go   I burn down all the bridges wherever I go   I am the son of a burden and wherever I roam   I am the son of a bitter and cold and dirty dream      What burns is the feeling of the end of the world   I feel the suffer of the city where I am not alone   And what hurts me now is the coming of dawn   I never sleep any longer and now it's getting old      We're all driving down the world   We're all driving cars alone   At the wheel now   We're all driving down the world   And it ends tonight   We're all driving   Caught In      In the street   In the street   Under me   I'll collapse into the street   Collide against the wall   Two lungs to fill   Two wrongs don't make a right   You were born   You were born   In the fire   You were born   In a fire   You were born   In a fire