Where do we go without an aim?
What do we have? We have our names.
Where're our souls?
Our souls are burnt in flames;
We're riding on the freight train.

The days are passing one by one.
And time can only bring a harm
To everyone who's left behind.
We seek the wisdom on the TV,
We've traded love for cruelty;
I wonder what we hope to find.

The Devil weaves the web tonight
To catch our souls and take our lives.
We have no core, a mob of cows.
The sun won't warm us anymore;
The kids of graves, we're born to bore.
We have no laws, we've torn them down.