Outside my window I see trouble.
On the faces on the people in the streets below.
One gets a feeling discontentment.
Why there is anger I don锛噒 know.
Or is it always in my mind.
Or my vivid imagination.
Creating this monster at my side.
Hello, hello to who锛噑 ever out there.
Can you please give us some more time.
Or is this the final chapter.
Final chapter of the world.
So many times, so many chances.
So many roadblocks I see on the way.
I think a new start is in order.
It锛噑 time to build a new highway.
Fight, fight, fight.
The end result is that we锛噇l all
Die, die, die.
Generations will wonder
Why, why, why.
Why we kissed our a** good
Bye, bye, bye.
I锛噇l see you on the other side.
Why there should be so many answers.
I锛噇l see you on the other side.