What is it they say it’s passion
When all the freaks search for gold
What is it they say it’s sympathy
When everybody asks for more
What is it they say it’s freedom
When everyone is meant to be a king

All seem lost in cosmic anarchy
- I’m frozen still, but still I watch –
The engine of war spins deadly around me

What is it they say it’s passion
When everybody asks for crime
What is it they say it’s freedom
When everyone is meant to sell his time

All are lost in cosmic anarchy
The engine of death spins with hatred around me

So long my kings
Everything is fake except for me
So long my kings
Everything is fake except for me

What is it they say it’s justice
When everyone is meant to rip you off
And where the fuck is world democracy
When all their lies blindfold you all

So long my kings
Everything is fake except for me
So long my kings
Everything is fake.