Fear is not for love, it is so cruel and mean.
But I'll keep it on, my family lives in a machine.
Too tired to talk, too tired to relax.
Too much to do or think to stay on the tracks.
Radical sunrise is not to arrive,
To bring my mind into a positive jive.
You cannot win, this place is just too bleak.
You can't enjoy unless you're a freak…
Quick as day,
Quick as a night,
Like my poor love seems to be as it fades away.
I hear the steps coming in towards my room.
Is it you monster calling? Bursting like a balloon,
Is this the end of my life, what have I done wrong?
It's the time of axe and my final song!
Be boy, gone boy, here it comes:
The fast trendy vision that the day sums.
With no happy dreams, with an ugly truth
Of how to get killed in your living room!
Quick as day,
Quick as a night,
Like my poor love seems to be as it fades away…