There was something in your face again 
I see sometimes in my dreams 
Not the faintest belief where we had to hide 
The sound of marching boots outside 
The flickering hope was burning down 
The same old tale that's told forevermore 
Who do you think you are 
Don't look back, 'cause nothing has changed yet 
I guess somehow it's all like it was before 
Always a reason to kill 
Never to late to put on the pressure 
The wind 's a little colder every year 
The rest like it was before so you like to play a leading role (In your part time job called live) 
Always stayed in your golden cage (You never feeled the knife) 
Then you open the door 
You've never been so far before 
We thought we were god but the race is run 
The same old song we'll sing forevermore 
Who do you think...... 
Where does it start, why does it end 
Could be that your foe will soon be your friend 
Today you are rich, tomorrow you're poor