| Someday - it is one day to late | |
| I`m so tired by your lies - and all the promises you break | |
| I`m so tired out, so inspired by your fake | |
| Inspired by your fake | |
| Sometimes we are walking through an empty space | |
| Where we spread with some sorrow - and we cry so afraid | |
| But again and again we pray for a little scuttle | |
| Like the birds in the sun - til the mouth of a gun ... | |
| Someday - it is one day to late ... | |
| ... And I`ll never wake |