I never thought I'd live to see the day
when no one stands and plays the hero
no will to fight or heart for sacrifice
our cities burn while fiddle like nero
and if you had your way
you'd sleep your life away
in soft, safe apathy
why won't you wake up?
and do you dare to dream
of fucking anything or will you always
wrap yourself in apathy and shame
dull eyes and duller ideas
too cool to care, to hip to think
paralyzed by anxiety and fear
(repeat chorus)
and will you ever play the hero?

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN