The time is melting before my eyes
The sand of the clock falling, floods my soul
I walk alone, I run, I fall, and I get up again
An endless disease
Condemned, to die!
Condemned to die with a smile
The flock sings, to the sound of the fire
Numbers on our faces
Chains on my feet
Bandages in my eyes
There is no freedom when you cannot choose your path
Nothing is random, your existence
Your becoming, your highs and lows
Nothing is random, your existence
Your becoming, your highs and lows
Predetermined by the gears of the clock
Day by day between torment and freedom
We are the slaves of the endless cycle
Condemned, to die!
Condemned to die with a smile
The flock sings, to the sound of the fire
Numbers on our faces
Chains on my feet
Bandages in my eyes
There is no freedom when you cannot choose your path
Numbers on our faces
Chains on my feet
Bandages in my eyes
There is no freedom when you cannot choose your path