Dust yoru uniform and polish yoru sword
Be prepared the call is near
Don't trust anymore and doubt yourself too
Paranoia is the new norm

Heading fro nowhere
Much better than this place
Come with me to the other side
Where a tiny flame finally frees you from the dusk

No way
Another dead end among thousands
My legs hurt but I run away
No prayers
Mass hysteria makes no sense at all
What we need in our flesh and bones

Heading fro nowhere
Much better than this place
Come with me to the other side
Where a tiny flame finally frees you from the dusk