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
Music by Continuum
(c) Space-Time Records
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