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)