I'm going out tonight to stomp on the ground
To stay in those bars until dawn
To know what is concealed under the heavens
To know what noone wants to find out
Part of the game is always looking to the other side
One coin is not sufficient to do good
Blind justice in a world that has robbed them
Indifference is a weapon nailed into one's temples
I am tired of nobody doing anything
In this divided world
Where tomorrow doesn't matter
I am tired of looking away
From forgotten pain,
From this, such a profane life
A sweet look sleeping on a cold bench
Dreams that heaven will keep it warm and shelter it from evil
Only the dust in its hands draws pathways
That the dampness on the streets will erase
How much litter is needed to drown the river
How much naked misery in order to understand
That the world is in agony and we go on oblivious
We need to take the blinders off and take a stand