Eye, someone`s eye
Like a spy is looking
Into my soul
Drilling there a hole
Proving that everything
Is so insecure,
Is so false,
Is so rotten

Lost in the faith
You take a knife
In order to taste
Life

Try, try to buy
A little bit of clear sky
Maybe you could lie
That here everything could be bought
Because everything
Is so insecure,
Is so false,
Is so rotten