Cleaned up, corporation progress

Dying in the process

Children that can talk about it

Living on the railway

People moving sideways

Sell it ‘til your last days

Buy yourself the motivation
Generation nothing,

Nothing but a dance scene (dead scene?)

Product of a white dream

I am not the singer that you wanted
, but a dancer
I refuse to answer, talk about the past

And rooting for the ones that want to get away.