Walk through this world
Confronted with an overdose
Impressions of short existence
Created just for the fast turnover

Becoming a puppet of the dream selling industry
Blinded by the spotlight and the passing fame
The tears of happiness are drained faster than you think
But you fool believe in the hypocritical fake

Filthy modern need for plastic beat
Getting covered with shit
Media made it a hit
See no end of the trip
See the boss’ eyes, greedy glistening shine
Feed upon dreams
Thrown away after use
A short life in the heat

Standing in line, waiting for their time
Swimming on the wave to imitate the new star
Feeding the masses ’til their stomachs are full
But remember: the next one is still waiting in line

Creating a need
Polished plastic for you
Wake up from your dream
And realize that you’re fooled

Walk through this world
Confronted with an overdose
Impressions of short existence
Created just for the fast turnover