This usually happens to those who can fly
Higher than the highest of heights, out of sight;
reaching the roof of the world you break up,
And falling down you believe you can stop.

This usually happens to those who can dream
Ignoring that life is not what it seems;
Facing the wall, you just smash your own nose
And then you decline any help we propose.

You walk on the road to the ruins,
You don't know what you're doing.

The higher you fly, the deeper you fall;
You've got all you need, but you want so much more.
But in the end, you will lose your own core.
The more you have got, the less you will give,
And now you believe you are to be free.
But in the end, you will run in the wheel.

This usually happens to those who can lie
Believing that he tells only the truth, eye to eye;
When asked just "Who are you?" you are mute,
Because you don't know what if you tell the truth.

This usualy happens to those who can fight
Against the rights of a man who is right;
When you destroy our peace you'll be lost
Alone in a desert of madness and frost.

You walk on the road to the ruins,
You don't know what you're doing.

The higher you fly, the deeper you fall;
You've got all you need, but you want so much more.
But in the end, you will lose your own core.
The more you have got, the less you will give,
And now you believe you are to be free.
But in the end, you will run in the wheel.