We are the beloved sonsBut we shine like dead sunsGive us too much ropeAnd we f**k it up
The world keeps divingAnd we don't give a f**k
'cause we can chooseStraight from hate to love
And try to look at yourselfWhat do you think you are?A superstar???Who is trying to escapeBut from whom... your own tomb?
If the pain, and the sin, and the chilly wind sting,And the soul, and the hope, and world's to cold,Choose...
If the mood, and the fruit and life's mute,And the love, and the sun, and the blood in the veins are goneChoose catharsis
Or breath the airAnd try to take careDon't set your control on fireThen life will feel a bit lighterAnd you'll soon be a bit brighterAnd a billion times taller...And a million times smaller...