We need some time to figure
Is there a place for us
But life is so cold and intriguing
But not anymore for us
Enemies used to have a face but who's to fight now
Our endeavour has silently fallen to pieces
As so many bullets out there
Like a sign from our hell why this fear every day
Our Endeavour is all sitting back
All alone on a throne
We need some time to figure
Is there a face for us
But Life is so cold and deceiving
We're stubbed with a velvet knife