Settings fire in the midnight dark You try to recognize the contours of a way in dark But there is already another time To go at random and to disbelieve not why Only you really exist. But in yourself you are broken. The all are pa**ing it that miracle And you ask yourself - I broken? To go in a way you take with yourself The faith, that you must go from all To promise, that you'll be searched then That you never lose. But there, you are standing on the crossroads All decisive, what is in this for yourself And above all, it is hypocrisy The lie, what gives dark for your mind Or, leave with yourself Come into the fight, and try an idea What takes place in the other days It's you - for everything being broken.