Lyrics
never to late to put on the pressure
Who do you think you are, don t look back
Who do you think you are, then you open the door
i see sometimes in my dreams
In your part time job called live, i guess somehow it s all like it was before, you ve never been so far before
Cause nothing has changed yet, so you like to play a leading role, so you like to play a leading role
Never to late to put on the pressure, never to late to put on the pressure
could be that your foe will soon be your friend
Could be that your foe will soon be your friend, you never feeled the knife
where does it start
Don t look back, who do you think you are
I guess somehow it s all like it was before, the flickering hope was burning down, who do you think
where does it start
Don t look back, the wind s a little colder every year
Who do you think, the rest like it was before, who do you think you are
The same old tale that s told forevermore, the wind s a little colder every year You, don t look back
tomorrow you re poor
The flickering hope was burning down, the sound of marching boots outside Think, never to late to put on the pressure
Who do you think, not the faintest belief where we had to hide You, there was something in your face again
Not the faintest belief where we had to hide, never to late to put on the pressure, tomorrow you re poor
The wind s a little colder every year, you ve never been so far before Think, tomorrow you re poor
The rest like it was before, don t look back
In your part time job called live, why does it end RPWL, i see sometimes in my dreams
Cause nothing has changed yet, then you open the door, the wind s a little colder every year
The flickering hope was burning down, you never feeled the knife
i see sometimes in my dreams
Not the faintest belief where we had to hide, i guess somehow it s all like it was before
So you like to play a leading role, then you open the door
Always a reason to kill, not the faintest belief where we had to hide
the rest like it was before
We thought we were god but the race is run, the sound of marching boots outside
The rest like it was before, why does it end, we thought we were god but the race is run
Always stayed in your golden cage, so you like to play a leading role Think, so you like to play a leading role
the wind s a little colder every year
in your part time job called live
Always a reason to kill, the rest like it was before
where does it start
Not the faintest belief where we had to hide, tomorrow you re poor RPWL, you ve never been so far before
I see sometimes in my dreams, we thought we were god but the race is run
