Locked in the process of an ancient prophecy
Trapped by the motion of a silent chemistry
Rushed by the impulse of an instant satisfaction
Fed by the passion of our fast evolution
In a human race we run so fast
We never feel the trap
In a human race we run until
They wave the final flag
Stop for a moment …
Smell the sound of light !!!
Look with your fingers
Through the darkness of the night
In a human race we run so fast
We never feel the drag
In a human race we run until
We cross the final flag
We’re running around
Trying to understand
We’re falling down
There is no end
Chorus
Words by MAD
