| You sell your soul until your dreams are over | |
| Ain't that a shame of a life? | |
| You buy their lies and live in a world of shadows | |
| But wicked words cut like a knife | |
| I'm sick and tired of all the questions | |
| That I always ask myself | |
| I don't know what's wrong with me, | |
| What is the answer, what's the key? | |
| At the end of the bottle time is gone | |
| Seconds crawling for the dawn | |
| Your time ain't mine | |
| And light races slower | |
| Slower and slower | |
| Through wine | |
| All that you know is right in front of you | |
| Someday they'll even steal your dreams | |
| Your fate is sealed and there's nothing left to do | |
| But taking life to the extremes |