| Too many people live in a crowded world | |
| And aren't safe in this fucking safety belt | |
| Nobody finds their way in this crush | |
| Sometimes we all get hushed | |
| When our children are crying | |
| And our babies are dying | |
| Then we will see now it is enough | |
| When the people die in the streets | |
| Our conscience shall be unveiled | |
| If we don't react upon facts | |
| We are going to break our necks | |
| But we are walking the edge of insanity | |
| And we're not talking about the reality | |
| We sail a course right straight to the end | |
| Near the end - near the end - near the end | |
| Our ears are always clogged | |
| And our eyes are always closed | |
| If we don't react upon facts | |
| Have a look to the world's collapse | |
| We are going to break our necks | |
| Our native place is in danger | |
| We treat the earth like a stranger | |
| Earth mother will take revenge | |
| Near the end - near the end - near the end | |
| We will see where we did go wrong | |
| We will see that it can't go on | |
| Near the end - near the end - near the end |