What do you want me to see If my eyes are burning? When i feel the story has changed; Almost nothing is true. See my former comrades Are kind of grown up. They're empty shells now, Once full of hopes. Endless nights are for them Relics from the past. Some are wearing costumes, Others lost their way, Crawling in the ashes That they call a stage. The wheel keeps on turning, But the hamster's dead. 'Cause no-one will be saved, It's up to you when to cross the line. A network is created by Lots of people asking why. Why trust If we are slaves Of this uncertain life Of dirty clothes, cold food, no cash, no gas? Slaves of this ungrateful life, and we all know there is no way back. 'Cause no-one will be saved, It's up to you when to cross the line. A network is created by Lots of people asking why. Why trust If we are slaves Of this ungrateful life Of dirty clothes, cold food, no cash, no gas? Slaves of this ungrateful life, But after all together we stand.