When the screen lights up
And lets others wake up
Tired of sleep
When the world must choose
When there are no more weapons
Nothing but words of apology
Made up by trickery
We ask to choose
If I let it flow
Does it prove tolerance?
Good or bad conscience?
Never as I imagine
The screen turns on
A blonde, a brunette
And I am in the moon
We ask to choose
To choose
We ask to choose
We ask to choose
When alone
On his own carousel
Not even the spells
Would help me to choose
The screen lights up
Tell me what rhymes
When someone else assassinates me
We had to choose well
Between my wishes,
Your choices, and my silences
Settle the distances
I will never get out of it
When alone in my bubble
My lucky bicycle
Turns off and on again
It's time to choose
To choose
We ask to choose
We ask to choose
We ask to choose
We ask to choose
We ask to choose
We ask to choose