Every step is so well planned forward the next is in progress the last not yet done Trend is acting first be in time thinking later start the run Running faster In burning traces our disease Turn on the master Volume just to be increased Even higher we cut off our wings producing pushing just to throw away but I still have my hope Social competence is not needed profit is what counts at last Fit into a scheme right here and now or be part of the past Even deeper we cut off our own roots Renewing reforms kicking them away but I still have my hope My hope... sometimes it is painted red My hope... the color of the dead Many steps so well planned backwards The progress cannot be undone Trend was acting first no more time for a new start we are done! Burning faster in fires on our own The is no turning back we are standing here alone Even higher we cut off our wings producing pushing just to throw away but I still have my hope My hope... sometimes it is painted red My hope... the color of the dead Even deeper we cut off our own roots Renewing reforms kicking them away but I still have my hope My hope... sometimes it is painted red My hope... the color of the dead