| So we built a mountain |
| By digging an almighty hole |
| And on our backs we carried every rock and stone |
| But now the hole is deeper |
| Than anybody ever planned |
| And we’re blocking out the sun |
| I believe in life and terror |
| You believe in killing time |
| By the fingertips, I’m hanging on |
| Sorry Satan, but I can’t do this evil on my own |
| I haven’t left the house in nearly thirty thousand days |
| I sent you the image of a little yellow face |
| To tell you that I’m sad about the emptiness that’s all around me |
| And I can’t stop the ringing in your ears |
| When everything we love becomes a picture of a simulation |
| It wakes me in the middle of the night |
| I love you like an atom bomb, but I’ve become a cold reactor |
| So dark, the supermarket |
| Some of us stayed in the pit |
| Because it felt so comfortable to dwell below |
| We made the mountain bigger |
| Although we had forgotten why |
| It’s a dream I’m in with you |
| In the night, the sword is hanging |
| Far above the head of man |
| Can’t you see the steel is glittering? |
| Sorry Satan, but I can’t do this evil on my own |
| I haven’t left the house in nearly thirty thousand days |
| I sent you the image of a little yellow face |
| To tell you that I’m sad about the emptiness that’s all around me |
| And I can’t stop the ringing in your ears |
| When everything we love becomes a picture of a simulation |
| It wakes me in the middle of the night |
| I love you like an atom bomb, but I’ve become a cold reactor |
| And maybe I’ll go missing in the rain |
| If God is in the mountain he won’t answer me a single question |
| Like, «Why does everybody feel the same?» |
| The slow degeneration and the crying out, «Oh Lord, have mercy» |
| Just look into my jet-electric eyes |
| And see a blue reflection of a world inside a black dimension |
| It wakes me in the middle of the night |
| I love you like an atom bomb, but I’ve become a cold reactor |
| Now you’re gonna see what’s underneath |
| I’m sorry, Satan |
| I’m sorry, Satan |
| And I can’t stop the ringing in your ears |
| When everything we love becomes a picture of a simulation |
| It wakes me in the middle of the night |
| I love you like an atom bomb, but I’ve become a cold reactor |