grey, as fas as you can see
coldness behind every concrete-tree
grey, in the corner of the eye
suspicion's lying somewhere between the lines...
it's a city full of energy, gasoline-clean
it's a city full of energy, trying to reorganise my genes...
I've been chasing madness in here
and there's nowhere I can find my peace...
shadows of what used to be real
superficial talking, ear in ear out
cold fever in the morning sun
insanity has got me on the run
red green traffic jam comes rolling in
spitting out gasses for the townsmen to take
and I must say, I've been reading in the paper
but it seems to be a comic-book to me...
I've been chasing madness in here
and there's nowhere I can find my peace