| After opening your head | |
| We see what's been moving you | |
| Your untiring tries to hold | |
| To your unfaithomable ideas | |
| What you couldn't render hearable | |
| Until all of your unfinished songs were | |
| Gone gone gone | |
| But the shiny years are over | |
| Gone | |
| Irreplacable | |
| You should be out there in the streets | |
| Marching rioting... | |
| You should be out there in the streets | |
| Not here | |
| In your infinite excuse | |
| Why fear what's your engine? | |
| Why fear what's your engine? | |
| You should celebrate | |
| To be alive | |
| You should celebrate | |
| The wall of hate | |
| That keeps your mind apart |