so when you turn your head from these lasers
you find that my? gets mixed up
my equation seems like years away from this place
and this cold faith, bitter taste, squeezed in a?
release me from this cup
and silence the wind that forgives
hearing the names calling
horsemen, charging
there is no safety in numbers
there's no safety in numbers
can i steer this ship?
or does she conceive me?
the lighthouse sheds it's light
and blinds me
the tree stands tall, stands proud
defeats me
logic, these numbers call to you
there's no safety in numbers
there is no safety in numbers
(spoken)
when you agree that you are casualty to equation
slave to schematics
a division of greater parts equal to the derivative of itself
and then multiply

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN