I'm walking the line
   I hate this world
   I'm seeking for freedom
   What's luck
   What's luck
   All is illusion
   Reality is dying
   All is covered in varnish
   Scratch it off - and you see rust
  
   Just look at the people
   Grabbing everything
   Trying to bye luck
   Ruthlessly
   Stick at nothing
   Isolation is king
   Consum is deadly
   All is covered in varnish
   Scratch it off - and you see rust
  
   Your hand is like hope
   Your face as white as milk
   Your skin the surrival
   Your mouth is sweat
   Words like honey
   Creep into my ears
   Speak softly to me
  
   It's dragging me home
   - this feeling
   - away, away. away
   - faraway
   I wanna go (with you)