We'll fall in love and sell our souls in the end anyway, and we'll be free, but we don't have much time.
There are cats cuddling all over the place... and he's gonna set fire to the bushes, and some of them...
"Hey, don't leave me here!"
"Hey, don't leave me here!" I hear him crying at the end of this traffic jam.
That's the signal. Everyone speeds up nicely.
Hurry up, hurry up, run ahead, crack the whip on somebody's back!
Sadists and masochists, like thoroughbreds, on the edge of the cliff
Keep going and make love, don't stop, don't look back, you've come this far
Till the day we can lie down and sleep in a grave at the end of the wilderness
We've spent our lives trying to cover up the pain, and all that's left are these tasteless bones.
We suck and suck and suck and suck... and then we get tired and we look up in the sky... and we realize that we've lost our minds.
It's so depressing... really.
Hey, don't talk to me.
"Hey, don't talk to me.
Because it will disguise itself as the Grim Reaper and come after you.
Hurry up, hurry up, run ahead, hang your false hope in front of it.
Realists and nihilists alike, on the edge of a cliff overlooking the same sea
Don't look back at someone who's fallen
You're alive, you're alive, you're alive, you're alive, you're alive, you're alive, you're alive.
I'm breathing in as much as I'm breathing out
Someone else inhaled and exhaled, a glow that resembles a scream
Let's at least taste it, whether it's sweet or bitter
We'll all end up in the same place, in the middle of it all
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, run ahead
This route is not forever
Hurry up, hurry up, run ahead, now crack the whip on my back
Medalists and diffiertists alike Under a sky that can't be measured
Keep going and keep racing You'll never know if you've won or lost
Till the day we drink each other across the end of the world