As time goes on We talk I feel more out of place You are not the same friend I met But you're the same face How could I ever predict Things would develop like this More and more I'm getting the feeling that... Something is wrong Good intentions are gone I don't belong, I don't belong There is no unity There is just you and me Part of this fucked up scene Created by selfish perception of success Despite our brothers' needs The individual desire for complete authority We're getting older and colder Digging chips into our shoulders The air is getting stale find me an exit please (etc...)