You try to think it's not over
But you are so close to the edge
No time to heal or recover
Your life is like a burning match
Time to destroy your illusions
That you have always cherished well
All ways are leading straight to hell
So little time
Till the end of world, the end of life
All passers-by
Wouldn't stand a chance, there's no use to try
Knock on each door
Till you find the thing you are looking for
Won't find no more
The siren wails in the city
Don't run away don't try to hide
When you see hundreds of gritty
Hell's angels going for a ride
They will destroy your illusions
That you have always cherished well
All ways are leading straight to hell
~Oh, oh no!