Day by day, you're working again and again
You're addicted to the gray everyday life
Money is a dealer for you
Turn off the television
Go out once again
Delete your hard disk
And save new moments on it
I switch to on and you fly away
Like programmed
Please ask yourself after all why
This all is happening here
You're only an automaton working when a button is pushed
I switch to on and you fly away
You're hitting with your head onto the asphalt
Approximately one thousand times to stun yourself
Although you're after all only
A figure in the system
Maybe all is going too smoothly
Maybe you're only much too full
Although you've only to turn around
To see the sky
You're like the rain
For the chalk on the asphalt
You don't see any colors
In your dark forest
You live in luxury
Of your loony-bin
A poor drunken bum
Mumbling for help