Woorden: Red Lights Flash. And Time Goes By. No Life Assurance.

No Life Assurance
We're staring in the rear-view mirror
While moving towards the peak the evolution To end this inexhaustible space,
this labyrinth of endless steps,
'cause we prefer the monoculture Supervised in lanes
Surrounded by laws
We bet our bottom schilling to get back what once has been so natural
We're staring in the rear-view mirror
While moving towards the peak the evolution
Improve your progress, back to the roots
We're reaching a higher level of uncertainty Supervised in lanes
Surrounded by laws
We bet our bottom schilling to get back what once has been so natural
Motion is the essence
All places become equal:
A measure of peace? No, it's just a salutary emptiness within