There was something in your face again I see sometimes in my dreams Not the faintest belief where we had to hide The sound of marching boots outside The flickering hope was burning down The same old tale that's told forevermore Who do you think you are Don't look back, 'cause nothing has changed yet I guess somehow it's all like it was before Always a reason to kill Never to late to put on the pressure The wind 's a little colder every year The rest like it was before So you like to play a leading role (In your part time job called live) Always stayed in your golden cage (You never feeled the knife) Then you open the door You've never been so far before We thought we were god but the race is run The same old song we'll sing forevermore Who do you think... Where does it start, why does it end Could be that your foe will soon be your friend Today you are rich, tomorrow you're poor