(Music by P. Wagner, S. Fischer, S. Efthimiadis / Lyrics by P. Wagner)
This worlds so materialistic,
our life just makes sense when we buy.
Youre just a part of the statistics
when theres a red line on your bank account, your cash runs out.
Half the population blinds their eyes.
They pretend a credit gives them wealthiness, consume contest
Just like a spiders web
Just like a spiders web
you try to get out but it holds you tighter
Just like a spiders web
Just like a spiders web
you try to get out but it holds you tight like
all of this borrowed existences,
how can they sleep in the night.
They are afraid when the bell rings.
Theyre working half their lifes to pay it back, till heart attack
Half the population blinds their eyes.
They believe a credit gives them wealthiness, consume contest
Just like a spiders web...
you try to g et out but it gets you tight like death...
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