[00:19.90]Spoiled children soon to fall[00:24.82]Freedom is the lie we live[00:29.35]We will wait for tragedy[00:34.00]And scatter helpless to the fire[00:38.81]Sorry for ourselves[00:42.83]Sorry for the things we've seen[00:47.67]No one cries for help[00:52.15]Waiting for the fire[00:59.10]When all our toys are burning[01:06.39]All these empty urges must be satisfied[01:13.35]Acted outside[01:15.56]Precious strength to turn the game to history[01:27.21]Giving up, I'm blown away[01:31.37]He said all I had to say[01:36.31]The final days have come and gone[01:40.74]Safe inside, there’s nothing wrong[01:45.48]Nothing in these words[01:49.82]Sorry force of habit[01:54.33]Could it be way over my head?[01:59.17]Helpless to describe it[02:03.65]Could it be way over my head?[02:08.42]Helpless to describe it[02:12.88]Could it be way over my head?[02:17.39]Helpless to describe it[02:21.03]Dumb and cruel[02:23.55]Cut before it's grown[02:26.60]Lies so forced in bored control[02:31.15]It learned all that it cares to know