I cannot move
from the crown of the fools
and the helplessness
dwells in my mind
the thought of the future
that lies ahead of me
frigthens me and you
with many unread books
We try to move on
we cannot escape
from the monster who
wants to eat us alive
our necks are weak
his hands are strong
the new generation
wrapped around its finger
The creature seduces me
away from the chores
now i can lay back and
watch the endless road
the time has no meaning here
and everything is free
for the mislead souls
tormented by a howling wolf
We try to move on
we cannot escape
from the monster who
wants to eat us alive
our necks are weak
his hands are strong
the new generation
wrapped around its finger
The wish of a break away
has trod under ruthless feet
to be disengaged is
my only thought and goal
now i have fallen back
into the hand of beasts
who can protect me
from the birds and the bees