Get out of the city if it hurts. You´re too blind, move it over, try to get closer to the lifestyles of gluttons; seem so seamless and perfect. I´ve been the secret that you´ve been keeping.

Ears to the wall, eyes on the prize. See that you´ve made a mistake, all we all know what you´ve done here. Dear Interceptor, I´ve been waiting... Show me something. Hold the phone, we´ve found an answer. Full moons and minot keys to get there faster. Mirror, mirror, see this as clear as crystaline. Second-hand interpretor. The spoken word for change.

Wait for ne, I wanted to feel this safe. I can´t hear you scream. Hold the phone to make it better, I can´t hear you.

Blood to the beat. This thirst of the Lion can´t be quenched by cigarette strewn cubicle air. Dear diluted, while you´re dreaming... Hold the phone, we´ve found an answer. Full moons and minot keys to get there faster. Mirror, mirror, see this as clear as crystaline. Second-hand interpretor, deep into the Red we need a change.

Just look at this cardboard cut-out, this puppet that you´ve become. Let me be the first to acknowledge you´ve no pride, you´ve no purpose. It´s so typical to think less is more when you´re out of the lead. Don´t hurt yourself. Settle for less. It´s so typical to think less is more when you´re out of the lead. Second-hand interpretor, the spoken word for change.

Wait for me. I can´t hear you. Hold the phone, we´ve found an answer.