Towards Tedious Nightmare

STILL WE RIDE
 (WITH NO MEANING, WE GROW COLD)
 WASTED DAYS - BEYOND RECOGNITION
 IN THE TIMES OF THE FALL
 LONG STEPS TOWARDS SECOND BEGINNING
 IF THE GOAL - HAS NO MEANING AT ALL
 WITH NO MEANING AT ALL
 STILL WE RIDE TOWARDS TEDIOUS NIGHTMARE
 CORRUPT EMOTIONAL WAGE
 COLD INCISION - TO SPARK THE NEEDS TO REMAIN
 NO HOPE IN VEINS
 WASTED YEARS THROUGH CHANGE AND REPRESSION
 WHILE THE TOWERS FALL
 DECADENCE REVEALS THE ILLUSION
 BEHIND PLASTIC FACE - WE GROW COLD
 WE GROW COLD
 STILL WE RIDE TOWARDS TEDIOUS NIGHTMARE
 CORRUPT EMOTIONAL WAGE
 COLD INCISION - TO SPARK THE NEEDS TO REMAIN
 NO HOPE IN VEINS
 STILL WE RIDE
 OVER AND OVER
 IN SEARCH FOR THE COVER
 FROM THE OCEANS AWAY
 FROM HYPOCRITICAL LOVER
 I'M YOUR FRIEND - UNTIL THE END
 WE ARE SINKING
 WE ARE SINKING
 (WITH NO MEANING, WE GROW OLD)
 STILL WE RIDE TOWARDS TEDIOUS NIGHTMARE
 CORRUPT EMOTIONAL WAGE
 COLD INCISION - TO SPARK THE NEEDS TO REMAIN
 NO HOPE IN VEINS
 STILL WE RIDE