Fou

What, what the hell you want
Want from us all
Our head's like a gun
Seems like we're living on Mars
Watch them all move out to Cannes
Drink their nice wine
Burn all flags no glances back
Thats our way not to survive

We still wake up late at night
We pop up pills we get fortified
We shape ourselves, we twist and turn
Until there is a distant cry

Raise up your glasses
We'll rise from our ashes

What, what the hell you want
Want from us all
Our head beat like a drum
What is so wrong with this place
Watch them all dance 'round likе moths
Our life on Mars
Burn all flags no glances back
Thats our way not to survive

Raisе up your glasses
We'll rise from our ashes