(Intro)

-(Well, uh somehow other I think that I’d like to rescue myself, uh from the Idea, that there’s so many different realities here)-

(Verse 1)

Yo, while you discussing nonsense, too distractive, gotta movin’ backwards, but forever getting older, never let control of your life, slip into the wrong hands. Yeah we got plans. Whole group solid, that’s a Rock-Band. Dealing with the reason after seeking for the meaning, peeping in perception, gotta keep it in perspective. Seeking for perfections, still needing the protection. Had to worry, that they just couldn’t fix, with aggression; that an intersection with a message, getting introspective - no one interested anymore. Teleport to new realms, develop more. They selling old lives, a great deception. Stay protected! I try to stay objective but remain a sceptic. ‚Cause look at all the bullshit we stay obsessed with, tryna‘ break a message down, it might take a second. Or maybe longer, self-doubt the greatest monster, always looking in your mind for new space to conquer

(Hook)

Take that first step, you gotta start somewhere

Even though it seems unclear, I would never run scared

I saw fools talking to the devil upstairs

That means it is all in your head - Projections of perfection

Or maybe they got lost in another direction and told themselves, that they couldn’t do it, so they never did

(Verse 2)

Karma told em: „Yep you gotta pay for that, walking through the rain with a paper hat. Stuck dynamite where the safe is at. Tryna’ strike the match with your shaky hands. Rake my braincells in the bin like a plate of scraps. They chant like: „I should care more!“ Ok then, shit I do, I declare war! By the airport, thinking to flee instinctively. Speaking to an angel every night in my dreams. Mind broken into fragmented thoughts, seeing what is there, but then I’m always sensing more. A great adventure for your travelling pleasure and this is chapter whatever. The turbulent flyer, the burning inside, the fear when they watch you, with murderous eyes turning your live to a war zone. You might have heard it before, you listening more now. Never getting left in the cold, we kicking doors down

(Hook)

Take that first step, you gotta start somewhere

Even though it seems unclear, I would never run scared

I saw fools talking to the devil upstairs

That means it is all in your head - Projections of perfection

Or maybe they got lost in another direction and told themselves, that they couldn’t do it, so they never did