A world of confusion with lives to spare Some kind of illusion we got nothing to share Cling to the things you couldn't stand to lose No material heaven you were bound to choose I find it kind of sick, kind of stupid, kind of sad Just another TV-set to make you glad Forget about your family, your friends and foes Welcome to your life it's a TV-show Welcome to the market where your soul is sold Come into your future, see your story go Welcome to reality and don't look back Forget about the day before your guilt attacked You have to fall to rise again (And you won't feel the same) You have to fall to rise again (You have to learn to fly again) You have to fall to rise again (And you won't be the same) You have to fall to rise again (You have to learn to play this game) A world of confusion with lives to spare Some kind of illusion we got nothing to share Cling to the things you couldn't stand to lose No material heaven you were bound to choose You have to fall to rise again (And you won't feel the same) You have to fall to rise again (You have to learn to fly again) You have to fall to rise again (And you won't be the same) You have to fall to rise again (You have to learn to play this game) (And you won't feel the same) (You have to learn to fly again) (And you won't be the same) (You have to learn to play this game)