Song idea: Timon Düblin | Lyrics: Timon Düblin | Lead vocals: Max Lüthi, Timon Düblin | Backing vocals: Max Lüthi, Timon Düblin | Guitars: Max Lüthi, Timon Düblin | Bass: Nicolas Düblin | Drums: Joshua Düblin | Percussion: Dario Gunti | Keyboards: Ivo Düblin
You get to work
Never too late
Standing in line
Fulfill your fate
You will do
As you've been told
Nothing new
But you get old
Don't be creative
Stick to the plan
You think you're native
But that's a scam
There is no place
There is no doubt
Unready to race
They'll kick you out
Won't you turn around
To change your blinkered attitude
Entirity allowed
You'd never grow out of your root
If time was juste a line
No desicion left to face
What if it comes to space?
Neither god, nor men know
What is good for you
You still want tho',
that somthing is leading you
Coocking step by step
A Weekly oatmeal soup
You'd never regret
Cause you did, what you should
Roaring machine
Commits crime without intention
In your daily routine
Shun any exception
God has no play
You have no say
When Effecting a sin -
You'd not even know were you've been -
Deduced from their cause
You dind't made a pause
In the space of thought
Only by reflection we'll see
How free we realy can be
If we give up to understand
Or do you think that you can't
Choose for yourself instead
Living on someone else's back
It's never to late to learn
Just check these lines now
If there is anything you need to do
find your own god damn way through
"You got to" give up your destiny
"You got to" answer who you want to be
"You got to" reconsider the things you do
"You got to " find out what good means to you