The crumbling pedestal leaves us pile of dust to breath
Hope needed, rope received
Competition becoming part of evolution
Ingrained deep in our spine
Reach the ultimate position
To crash and burn even higher
Hope needed, rope received
No turning back, staring at a dead end
Knee deep and ready fall down to wreckages of life
Hope need, rope received
The crumbing pedestal leaves us pile of dust to breath
Silent consent, masses breed masses
Desperation no day without a feeling of confusion
I´m running on second chances countless times
Well salted wounds ain´t numbless yet, feels fucking annoying
The crumbling pedestal leaves us pile of dust to breath
Hope needed, rope received
