Social repression of modernity
And the anguish are destroying me
All I have to do goes wrong
I wanna run
So may changes I have to go along
That it's better live on illusion
I try to be like the world wants
But I wanna run
Nobody's hearin' you, under destruction
But hearin' you, We'd build it up again
Hearin' you, we' have restituition
Hearin' you, the revival begins
Success, wild sex, sexy shapes, money, silk shirts
Can't hide the secret evil of your smile
So many changes I have to go alone
That it's better live on illusion
I try to be like the world wants
But I wanna run
World treat me like an object and love seems so old fashioned
I hope time'll bring us back the values we've lost
