Cry with the wolves, run with the pack,
Turn around to save your neck,
'Cos someone always keeps you in confusion,
Squeezed in a box, who'll win the race,
Ask no questions in this case,
What's left is only you and your illusions,
Charity is all your duty, they preach you: sharing your goods is your pride,
Patriotic-Love, kill the enemy first, I can hear the other side,
What's the way out of this game? You'll either win or you lose,
I run in circles, who's to blame? Is there a way I can choose?
Cry with the wolves, run with the pack,
Turn around to save your neck,
'Cos someone always keeps you in confusion,
Squeezed in a box, who'll win the race,
Ask no questions in this case,
What's left is only you and your illusions,
I'm juggling on a rope without a net and hope,
I keep my balance 'cos I see them smile with open jaws,
And if I'm falling down, then I will soon be torn.
A squabble over prey: who gets the best part out of me,
To take the needle is a one-way trip without a coming back,
You take it and you still will see reality'll make upon you.
