We gotta slow down the speed The less we have is the more you need We gotta cut off the speed While the engines burn beneath our feet We're running out of the fuel It's hard to find like a jewel We're running out of the fuel Black fuel's the master making rules Black fuel controls the world We stand backs to the wall And beings slaves after all We stand backs to the wall Till the never ending story falls And the one day you'll see We messed it up so let it be And the one day we'll see There's nothing left internally Black fuel controls the world Every minute that we move black fuel is being used Depending all the time always more water in the wine While I'm sitting in my room patiently waiting for the boom Black Fuel Black Fuel Black Fuel Black Fuel Black Fuel Black Fuel