O.k. ready to take off
Do it slow
I�m living on the bottom
I got to go
Five little fingers
Grabbing at the glass
Gone, those days
Now i�m running
Up and down in my cage

Too late to defend, i�m buried - insane
Don�t you know there�s more to life than to win
Are you that kind of stereotype?
It�s no time, there�s no time
There�s nothing i could answer

No speech
As long (as) i get nothing
No speech
As long (as) i get nothing
But i want to get home
Let me free, this is not my home

Put away your
Flashing stick
Don�t try to get closer-
Through my head
Give me a little
Bit more of your own
A little more, don�t wanna be
Anybody�s clown

Too late to defend, i�m buried - insane
Don�t you know there�s more to life than to win
Are you that kind of stereotype ?
It�s no time, there�s no time
There�s nothing i could answer

No speech
As long (as) i get nothing
No speech
As long (as) i get nothing
But i want to get home
Let me free, this is not my home

No speech
As long (as) i get nothing
No speech
As long (as) i get nothing
But i want to get home
Let me free, this is not my home