Such an innovative face They are the ones who speculate We turn around, they blindfold all the weakened Never one to hesitate Although they always escalate For once I wish I were less obedient High above the clouds is where they'll be Among the reckless stars, behind the jealous greed They shout at another, never think, about the human lives The ones who go awry Will there even be a trace Of the last of the human race We turnaround and it's so hollow Which path are we gonna take as ever more we medicate No one to hear us as we're silenced High above the clouds is where we'll hide Among the reckless stars, behind the jealous kind They shout at one another, never think, about the human lives The ones who go awry