Swallow the noise
Try to calm my heartbeat
Try to mute myself
To be blind to everything
Everything blooms backwards
And everything will collapse tomorrow
The fruit you swallow
Will grind your insights
Tear you up from inside
You are the hope, hope for fools
You are salvation for the naive
Pushed aside on the very side tracks
But everything seems possible
Impossible
Seems possible
Is possible
No matter what, the truth won't get out
Don't you think it could have been done before?
I try to calm down all the memories
Too much of what I see, what I feel
No matter what the things will get out
And start to tear your head apart
We shine with belief that the night goes by
And we will reign tomorrow
This is a fair play
Adaptation
Everyday
Better
Fit to the rhythm of TV