I'm walking the line,
I hate this world,
I'm seeking for freedom…
What is luck?
What is luck?
All is illusion,
Reality is dying,
All is covered in varnish.
Scratch it off, scratch it off –
And you can see rust.
It's dragging me home –
This feeling…
Away - away - away
So faraway…
Just look at the people –
Grabbing everything,
Trying to buy luck
Ruthlessly, ruthlessly…
Stick at nothing…
Isolation is king,
Consum is deadly,
All is covered in varnish.
Scratch in off, scratch it off –
And you can see rust.
Your hand is like hope,
Your face as white as milk,
Your skin - the survival,
Your mouth is sweet…
Words like honey
Creep into my ears,
Speak softly to me…
It's dragging me home –
This feeling…
Away – away – away
So faraway I wanna go with you…