| Cross the Bridge of False Prophecies / Dismantling the Gods |
| Your time is running out, why don't you step aside You well dressed look, no longer hides You are so pathetic, you are all the same I'm not clean either but it has a different name I see you everywhere, you dominate my street You can create a sphere, at places where we meet I hear you everywhere, always the same talk Where you stand in line, where ever you may walk I hate garbage This is my cleaning day You are the trash That I must throw away You smile at me when I'm around But I've got both feet on the ground Open up your eyes, it's everlasting hate So never have the slightest hope for a solution You'll always be the biggest form of pollution There's no solution, you stink - Polution |