From Thursday evening till Friday night It drives you mad this pretty sight The fake faces the fake smiles You want escape, you close your eyes The sandman comes you slip to dreams A peaceful world that's what it seems While bombs are crashing down your home You are asleep you are alone And nobody cares and nobody cries And all continues during this time If dreams come true, i'll tell you mine No dreams at all, just wake up fine Is this the goal of our lives ? Surviving just like in ancient times ? Are people just like living dead Working for their daily bread.