Building a Life on a Crumbling Stage

We give up our friends, our ears, our voices, our time to feel alive
To kill the apathy, we'll do whatever we can

Losing grip on reality, no matter what we'll never let go
Trying to live the utopy, maybe that makes us hippies but never let go
Living the smelly dream, walking the gutter of this fucking dead end road
Entering a path, never looking back and missing a few acts

We'd never planned a shit of this
We just follow a need, follow a will, leave everything behind
Close your eyes and run, take what come first
Enjoy the moment and postpone the thinking
Try to fix what we have destroyed