We start recording, you hear white noise
Some information, now make your choice
We live in station, with machines
The information, take all your dreams
There is no, no, ..., no help
The sun is shining, only there
Machines are working, for clean air
The insurrection, now starts to roll
Two hundred people, out of control
There is no, no, ..., no help
No ask the man, for the right way
You've got to listen what the man says: