There are running men through the streets With broken souls They escape from theirself There are walking women down the streets With broken dreams They are on the run There are running children through the streets With broken necks Escape from theirself Birds of pray try to fly in the bloodred sky This is the end my only friend You don't have to understand Just put a pretty smile And try to fly... in the bloodred sky There are walking robots down the streets With broken steps Escape from theirself There are running animals on the streets With broken ribs They are on the run There I am walking down the street Lost identity Escape from myself The world behind me and see the bloodred sky And I fly... I fly... good bye