Don’t you know what iss left to be said?
Don’t you think that your life is a dream?
In the mind of a psychopath
Pulling your strings day by day
Weeping on a dark corner, devouring your insides
Playing with your feelings, and pulling them under

Like Ethon with the guts of Prometheus
Extending his fatal agony
Like madness in the brain of a madman
Like the daily growing hypocrisy
Slaves to a selfish dream
Slaves to a selfish dream

Disasters happen at light speed
And so it’s increasing the greed
Heading to an impending catastrophe
There's no way out to be seen

Nothing left to see
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to save

When there’s not a glimpse of hope
Take a leap into the void
It’s time to remove the rope
And unwittingly run free
Flying to the sun
Just for falling from the sky

Like Ethon with the guts of Prometheus
Extending his fatal agony
Like madness in the brain of a madman
Like the daily growing hypocrisy
Slaves to a selfish dream
Slaves to a selfish dream