| If the sun vaporized one day | |
| And the moon just faded away | |
| Would we still, keep going on | |
| At this pit of the mining pace | |
| Should the birds fall to the ground | |
| And the fish die of thirst | |
| Would we still keep on living | |
| The way it's always been | |
| Now if the air could burn my lungs | |
| And the earth were only rocks | |
| Would it make us stop and realize | |
| That we rot, that we can't go on like this | |
| Devil, oh, devil | |
| Why don't you tell me why | |
| I'm a slave in these desperate times | |
| In this time that we could almost choose | |
| The color of our children's eyes | |
| Can we still, keep going on living | |
| When the monster turns on us | |
| Before the sun doesn't rise one day, huh | |
| And the moon just dies away | |
| There is one thing | |
| (What?) | |
| One thing what, uh | |
| That we'll never change | |
| Is that we're only learning to survive | |
| Devil, oh, devil | |
| Why don't you tell me why | |
| I'm a slave in these desperate times | |
| If the sun vaporized one day | |
| And the moon just faded away | |
| Would we still, keep going on | |
| At this pit of the mining pace | |
| Should the birds fall to the ground | |
| And the fish die of thirst | |
| And the earth were only rocks | |
| Would we still keep on living | |
| The way it's always been | |
| Now if the air could burn my lungs | |
| And the earth were only rocks | |
| Would it make us stop and realize | |
| That we can't go on like this | |
| Devil, oh, devil | |
| Why don't you tell me why | |
| I'm a slave in these desperate times | |
| Devil, oh, devil | |
| Why don't you tell me why | |
| I'm a slave in these desperate times |