Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I asked somebody what the time is
But time doesn’t matter to them yet

People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt how could I forget?

Drums, here it comes
Don’t you wish that life could be as simple
As fish swimming around in a barrel
When you've got the gun

Oh when I run
Here it comes

We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get behind a kind of control
But I wasn't one

But here I lie on my own in a separate sky
And here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don't want to die on my own here tonight
Oh here I lie on my own in a separate sky

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