Dissolve

Something’s wrong to be sane

End of line, burn my brain

Something’s hard to acclaim

End of line, fill your disdain

Run for nothing

To get rid of

These scraps

Dissolve the crime

Round this cycle

Wreck the slime

Work it hard

Overtime

Something’s wrong to devote

End of line, do your joke

Something hard to demote

End of line, be my cutthroat

Lead the march

Mastermind

Fold the arms

Discard the crime

Don't be alert

War declined

Hide the dirt

Take your time

Life on the tightrope, an empty fate and there's no hope of salvation

A death on the way and a static wait, even so there is no crucifixion

Trying to walk with the crowd: unblamable

Trying to control the crowd, unalterable

Or go back to sleep

Back to sleep

Don't confront the rules of the game: build the future civilization

Something’s hard to the act

End of line: you are correct

Something’s wrong to be sane

Something’s hard to acclaim

Something’s wrong to devote

Something hard to demote

Or go back to sleep

Back to sleep