| Song | Merry-Go-Round-To-Hell |
| Artist | Project Pitchfork |
| Album | Kaskade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
| We're the children of the first-world | |
| A livestock for consume and fuel for a machine | |
| We think in circles directed by TV | |
| We obey to numbers they tell us how to be | |
| Round and round we go | |
| To get a distance from what we know | |
| We are the waste of this earth | |
| Damned since our birth | |
| This is a merry-go-round to hell | |
| The keys got lost | |
| It screams in our cell | |
| More and more we seal | |
| To get a distance from how we feel | |
| We're locked into rooms | |
| We burn for a machine | |
| It feeds us but keeps us apart | |
| Perception fixed into the past | |
| We don't see a trap although it's vast | |
| We move backwards into the future | |
| Driven by needs we follow the order | |
| If there is a free will still | |
| We accidently kill | |
| With all this distance | |
| We see ourselves | |
| Disconnected from any feeling | |
| We are like the flies on the ceiling |
| zuo ci : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
| We' re the children of the firstworld | |
| A livestock for consume and fuel for a machine | |
| We think in circles directed by TV | |
| We obey to numbers they tell us how to be | |
| Round and round we go | |
| To get a distance from what we know | |
| We are the waste of this earth | |
| Damned since our birth | |
| This is a merrygoround to hell | |
| The keys got lost | |
| It screams in our cell | |
| More and more we seal | |
| To get a distance from how we feel | |
| We' re locked into rooms | |
| We burn for a machine | |
| It feeds us but keeps us apart | |
| Perception fixed into the past | |
| We don' t see a trap although it' s vast | |
| We move backwards into the future | |
| Driven by needs we follow the order | |
| If there is a free will still | |
| We accidently kill | |
| With all this distance | |
| We see ourselves | |
| Disconnected from any feeling | |
| We are like the flies on the ceiling |
| zuò cí : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
| We' re the children of the firstworld | |
| A livestock for consume and fuel for a machine | |
| We think in circles directed by TV | |
| We obey to numbers they tell us how to be | |
| Round and round we go | |
| To get a distance from what we know | |
| We are the waste of this earth | |
| Damned since our birth | |
| This is a merrygoround to hell | |
| The keys got lost | |
| It screams in our cell | |
| More and more we seal | |
| To get a distance from how we feel | |
| We' re locked into rooms | |
| We burn for a machine | |
| It feeds us but keeps us apart | |
| Perception fixed into the past | |
| We don' t see a trap although it' s vast | |
| We move backwards into the future | |
| Driven by needs we follow the order | |
| If there is a free will still | |
| We accidently kill | |
| With all this distance | |
| We see ourselves | |
| Disconnected from any feeling | |
| We are like the flies on the ceiling |