[Music: P. Wagner/Lyrics: P. Wagner]      They came along last night   I knew again there was no end in sight.   We all had too much.   We needed a break to let it out our guts.      So we turned it on to its highest point   shot far over the line when its fun   we dropped out on the edge stumbling on the edge      Set the mind afire   let the engine run overpowered   'n'break the bonds of sleep   feed the overdose with all to keep      And we turned it on to its highest point   shot far over the line when it's fun   we dropped out on the edge   stumbling on the edge      One the edge when there's no point to go further   there's no way to turn the steerwheel 'round.   What else left then to take it as a man   accept the final rest for now   and wait for the return.