I'm tired of all the past
And trivial minds on grass
Less flavour for the act
By this inferno's stop
It's just a rampant walk
What star have you become?
Just like an insect
Suicide on orchards
The clock will never stop
Necks always be unlocked
The sun is always on top
Harass the foolish called
Singing stupid words
They all look like robots
The crowd awakes
The mole is on their way
It's just a rampant walk
What star have you become?
Suicidal thoughts
The fly dies on orchards
Singing stupid words
They all look like robots
The crowd awakes
Power in their hands