(Music by P Wagner, S Fischer, S Efthimiadis / Lyrics by P Wagner)
This world¹s so materialistic,
Our life just makes sense when we buy
You¹re just a part of the statistics
When there¹s a red line on your bank account, your cash runs out
Half the population blinds their eyes
They pretend a credit gives them wealthiness, consume contest
Just like a spider¹s we
Just like a spider¹s we
You try to get out but it holds you tighter
Just like a spider¹s we
Just like a spider¹s we
You try to get out but it holds you tight like
All of this borrowed existences,
How can they sleep in the night
They are afraid when the bell rings
They¹re working half their lifes to pay it back, Rtill heart attack
Half the population blinds their eyes
They believe a credit gives them wealthiness, consume contest
Just like a spider¹s we
You try to g et out but it gets you tight like death