Only the lonely control our device,
Only the lonely undress our disguise
A statue to raise, a martyr to praise
Like masses cry, when tyrants die
I go,
I go away
Nothing is sacred, when hatred expands,
Only the lonely are promised the land,
The pressure is high, the fission goes by,
Like Kafka wrote, I sing my notes
I go,
I go away…
I travel alone, I find my way home,
Alive or dead for years ahead
I go,
I go away…
Follow the masses, the class of the crowd,
Distance your ego,
Be patient, stay proud,
A statue to raise, a martyr to praise
Like masses cry, when tyrants die
I go,
I go away