New born on 90ʼs, 10th of july
On the moment you start living already started to die.
Time is a rare bright jewel slipping out of you hands
Youʼre starting a beginning and youʼre heading to an end.

Running so fast, thereʼs no time to the past.
World steals hopes and you best itʼs a joke.

Witch way i might go?
Losing my control.
Life on hands of fate, my faith it starts to break
Run for your life, thereʼs no time, no!
And then suddenly the game is over.

Plans are made up you aim up the sky.
Preparing your bullets and the targets on the bullseye.
But life it ainʼt no fairytale you got it wrong again.
Now plan 'b' is 'c' or maybe a mother fucking 'x'.