歌词：
Vogt Funker

All aboard Hit the road All the bullshit Can't be ignored It's hard to place In my face No emotion All the problems Make me wanna go Like a bad girl

I can see the city lights When I turn my head A lake reflects the stars But I won't come back The moon shines bright tonight I can see the coast Lighted

Bombed ruins form the skyline Burnt places all around People trading their possessions A keepsake for some bread Crowded trains, full of people Remindful

the body count will be massive much worse than Oklahoma hard times for the experts messes like this mean lots of work burnt beyond recognition IDs they

They fight against each other Killing people of their own blood For some very stupid reasons Call it civil war They fight for their religion Wanna people

somewher down in mother Russia they make plans to take the world thousands of veiled secrets hidden deep inside their rooms with all their special agents

Wounds of self-mutilation Caused by religious fervor A sacrifice of a child To summoning the Gods A fortress in the dense woods Called the temple of

They called me the tragic hero They avoided my company My names were only whispered Just a tale for a moonless night Fallen hero fits much better To

Ride off into sunset even in hours you won't reach Seconds fade into infinity where the parallels will meet The clock strikes twelve and nothing happens