As you look at yourself in the mirror, convinced an arrogant
All you want to achieve is to be better than the rest
No concerns and no remorse, for you everything looks fine
Even if he end comes near, you won't change your mind

Running down the river of life - Drowning in the tide of doubts
Running with the track of strife - Without even knowing why
Running down the stream of time - Passing by the age of redemption
Running with the path of grime - Without even knowing why

As you get older, you feel yourself bitter and depressed
All youth is gone, yet you're the one, that fights against the rest
No excuses, no lautering, you still think everything is right
Until your end is coming near, you won't change your mind