[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