[music: Rettke/Paeth/Bilski - Words:Rettke]
Times running short for a deal make up your mind, time to heal
You're creeping in a desert valley and waiting for the midas touch
Now your disgrace, you 're not within a world of circumstances you're locked up in an empty room behind the door of a million chances you're living in a world of doom
the chains are breaking free
Born with the faith in your heart
we live and die in a terminated world