I met an animal
He cheats
A brutal creature Moves
just like a man He smiles
And is dressed in white and gold
The colour of the sweets
That dreams are made of Gold
The colour of
Deceits that take my life
First they blind you
Then they tell you who you are You’re empty
Dreams are all you’re left with
In the middle of the afternoon
We’re walking dead our eyes are open
Things we will do better
And on and on we shape the ground And hope our love will grow
Things we will deliver
As we’re serving this phenomenon
I wonder how to fit into it
Things we will do better
And on and on we shake the bomb Until the system goes