The Earth - The Chariot

Wretched faces, faces, faces, this is nothing new to me

But still, enraptured, don’t keep grabbing the wind

This is a loaded gun, this is a loaded question

When can you stop?

When is perfection?

Maybe I’m already the one out

Consolidate all of your fears

I, I can’t take it, nothing sacred

This is of course as told from the knife

You painted your eyes to make them wide again

I tip my hat to the great, to the classics

This is not my face, this is this week’s fear

This is not my voice, they tell you to speak the hesitation

This is not my fate, they can’t take it, take it away, take it away

This is not mine anymore

Take hold, bring it all back down to, to the first love

This is not my fate

All in vain, all in vain, all in vain, all in vain

All in vain, all in vain, all in vain, all in vain