Tekstovi: Sonata Arctica. The Days of Grays. Zeroes.

...Dancing on the borderline...
...4-3-2-1...

Hello, although I'm a static Zero.
I'm fighting all your wars,
While you dwell in your hypocrisy
You think the world is fine,
When all the evil's overlined
Before you wake up this morning...

Well, hello there, you're the local superhero?
Your stronghold's but a paper bag,
We suffer for your promised land
Excuse is really thin,
Hide your revealed Achilles' heel...
Before a new brave morning...

All you little superheroes,
Fall short without all them zeroes
A pie in the sky is your brave new world,

And so powerless are thy miracles...

Ones, they walk before the rows of O's,
And soon it dawns on them, how to make billions...

Dream up a world, oh how powerless are thy miracles...
...I'm so tired to fight you

The Sun is, oh, so desperate to set tonight,
Ashamed to light a lie...

All you little superheroes,
Fall short without all them zeroes
The pie in the sky's your brave new world,

Your homestead's not yours much longer...

These people win elections, empowered by you!
These wars are never ending, acceptance just mind-bending

It's a conspiracy and as always the end is here
We were born that day...
This destiny wrote us a life we now waste away
Waste it away, do it today...

My life is fine, so why would I care...
Because it's not my ass, per se, on the line.

All you little superheroes...

...Dancing on the borderline...
4-3-2-1-do it today!