Static City Can you see the white man With the small gun by the hand In virtuell world of evil Foreign land Isolation - of all minds Penetration - of any kind Can you feel the hard rain Like the blood runs through my veins In static city Feel the pain In the night when houses burn From static city, there's no return Without shadows through the night Wake me up and hold me tight When the ship is going down And i'm turning round and round Preserving in everlasting flame A man has lost his shining fame I can see black machines With short-wired interface In mortal remains For strangers race Reconstruction - of body and soul Just reduction - of time/ unit/ hole I can feel the burning river Like blood runs through my veins In static city Suppress the flames