Times are changing
Actions and consequences
White becomes black
And home becomes a grave
Will it feel like home tomorrow?
Times are changing, home becomes a grave
It is our home, it is a planet
It will be our common grave
We call this our home
We call this our planet
For every fault there is a price
You have to pay
You have to pay the price
High or low, the sum is what counts. High or low
It is our home, it is a planet
It will be our common grave
For every fault there is a price to pay
A price to pay
No way out, no hideaway, no light
‘Cause light turns into darkness
Will it feel like home tomorrow?
Will we lose our home?
The planet becomes a wasteland
A species lost in the universe
Life turns to death
Mankind is nothing
Mankind is rotten
