Was I born too soon,
was I born too late,
Cuz I don‘t feel like I belong,
to this rotten world.
Somebody, help me out!
Somebody, pull me out!
Cuz I don‘t want to
I don‘t want to,
Watch my kids to live like this,
In this world that‘s filled with violence,
Now tell me does it make any sense,
When all goodness stays silent?
What if we commanded the wind,
Would it mean the end of all sins,
Once it is lust and once it is faith,
If it‘s not lost, it‘s not too late.
Somebody, help me out!
Somebody, pull me out!
Cuz I don‘t want to,
I don‘t want to...
„Well I have a dream, that one day our future children will be able to shake hands with anyone or anything in the entire Universe.“
Oh.
