Only the lonely control our device

Only the lonely undress our disguise



A statue to raise, a martyr to praise

Like masses cry, when tyrants die

I go

I go away



Nothing is sacred, when hatred expands

Only the lonely are promised the land

The pressure is high, the fission goes by

Like Kafka wrote, I sing my notes

I go

I go away...



I travel alone, I find my way home,

Alive or dead for years ahead

I go

I go away...