(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 statisticswhen 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 contestJust like a spider¹s webJust like a spider¹s webyou try to get out but it holds you tighterJust like a spider¹s webJust like a spider¹s webyou try to get out but it holds you tight likeall 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 attackHalf the population blinds their eyes.They believe a credit gives them wealthiness, consume contestJust like a spider¹s web...you try to g et out but it gets you tight like death...

 

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