We start recording, you hear white noise,

Some information, now make your choice.

We live in station, with machines,

The information, take all your dreams.

There is no, no, ..., no help.

The sun is shining, only there,

Machines are working, for clean air,

The insurrection, now starts to roll,

Two hundred people, out of control.

There is no, no, ..., no help.

No ask the man, for the right way,

You've got to listen what the man says: