December-thin air
No fire without smoke
You will take your reason
Into captivity, carry out an experiment
Count IQ, my friend
Numbers and sums
A zero in the crowd
Neglected and weak
Now the king is dead
And his queen is free
I move first in the line
Reinvent my life
Now that the king is dead
Now that the king is dead
Goretex against rain
Fleece against cold snow
In the panic and the throng
You become cold and wet
And so I take my chance
You know how it is
I let go of your hand
And leave you there
Now the king is dead
And his queen is free
I move first in the line
Reinvent my life
So close that it burns
I am finally here
Now the king is dead
And his queen is free
I move first in the line
Reinvent my life
Now the king is dead
And his queen is free
I move first in the line
Reinvent my life
Now that the king is dead...