Octafonic

Stepped in danger zone nothing can stop now
we can´t be for real mother nature knows
roads are paved and sold space is reduction
rules are made for some till we break them all.

And the wheel comes rolling, ja!

Now come back to the phone they can not stop me.
Love can be between mother nature shows
doors are shut down close closest to nothing else
wells and dreams above till we break them all.

And the wheel comes rolling, ja!

Iron butterflies a lightning strikes an aching
soul in wartimes
weeping blows in weeping eyes and never
things seemed so unguarded
gunshots deepened wounds and I don´t know,
and I don´t know my fortune
crazy wild who lives at night and live and
breath another
"showtime".