[00:19.90] | Spoiled children soon to fall |
[00:24.82] | Freedom is the lie we live |
[00:29.35] | We will wait for tragedy |
[00:34.00] | And scatter helpless to the fire |
[00:38.81] | Sorry for ourselves |
[00:42.83] | Sorry for the things we've seen |
[00:47.67] | No one cries for help |
[00:52.15] | Waiting for the fire |
[00:59.10] | When all our toys are burning |
[01:06.39] | All these empty urges must be satisfied |
[01:13.35] | Acted outside |
[01:15.56] | Precious strength to turn the game to history |
[01:27.21] | Giving up, I'm blown away |
[01:31.37] | He said all I had to say |
[01:36.31] | The final days have come and gone |
[01:40.74] | Safe inside, there’s nothing wrong |
[01:45.48] | Nothing in these words |
[01:49.82] | Sorry force of habit |
[01:54.33] | Could it be way over my head? |
[01:59.17] | Helpless to describe it |
[02:03.65] | Could it be way over my head? |
[02:08.42] | Helpless to describe it |
[02:12.88] | Could it be way over my head? |
[02:17.39] | Helpless to describe it |
[02:21.03] | Dumb and cruel |
[02:23.55] | Cut before it's grown |
[02:26.60] | Lies so forced in bored control |
[02:31.15] | It learned all that it cares to know |
[00:19.90] | Spoiled children soon to fall |
[00:24.82] | Freedom is the lie we live |
[00:29.35] | We will wait for tragedy |
[00:34.00] | And scatter helpless to the fire |
[00:38.81] | Sorry for ourselves |
[00:42.83] | Sorry for the things we' ve seen |
[00:47.67] | No one cries for help |
[00:52.15] | Waiting for the fire |
[00:59.10] | When all our toys are burning |
[01:06.39] | All these empty urges must be satisfied |
[01:13.35] | Acted outside |
[01:15.56] | Precious strength to turn the game to history |
[01:27.21] | Giving up, I' m blown away |
[01:31.37] | He said all I had to say |
[01:36.31] | The final days have come and gone |
[01:40.74] | Safe inside, there' s nothing wrong |
[01:45.48] | Nothing in these words |
[01:49.82] | Sorry force of habit |
[01:54.33] | Could it be way over my head? |
[01:59.17] | Helpless to describe it |
[02:03.65] | Could it be way over my head? |
[02:08.42] | Helpless to describe it |
[02:12.88] | Could it be way over my head? |
[02:17.39] | Helpless to describe it |
[02:21.03] | Dumb and cruel |
[02:23.55] | Cut before it' s grown |
[02:26.60] | Lies so forced in bored control |
[02:31.15] | It learned all that it cares to know |
[00:19.90] | Spoiled children soon to fall |
[00:24.82] | Freedom is the lie we live |
[00:29.35] | We will wait for tragedy |
[00:34.00] | And scatter helpless to the fire |
[00:38.81] | Sorry for ourselves |
[00:42.83] | Sorry for the things we' ve seen |
[00:47.67] | No one cries for help |
[00:52.15] | Waiting for the fire |
[00:59.10] | When all our toys are burning |
[01:06.39] | All these empty urges must be satisfied |
[01:13.35] | Acted outside |
[01:15.56] | Precious strength to turn the game to history |
[01:27.21] | Giving up, I' m blown away |
[01:31.37] | He said all I had to say |
[01:36.31] | The final days have come and gone |
[01:40.74] | Safe inside, there' s nothing wrong |
[01:45.48] | Nothing in these words |
[01:49.82] | Sorry force of habit |
[01:54.33] | Could it be way over my head? |
[01:59.17] | Helpless to describe it |
[02:03.65] | Could it be way over my head? |
[02:08.42] | Helpless to describe it |
[02:12.88] | Could it be way over my head? |
[02:17.39] | Helpless to describe it |
[02:21.03] | Dumb and cruel |
[02:23.55] | Cut before it' s grown |
[02:26.60] | Lies so forced in bored control |
[02:31.15] | It learned all that it cares to know |