When Time Turns Red - Perzonal War

Every step is so well planned forward

The next is in progress the last not yet done

Trend is acting first be in time

Thinking later start the run

Running faster

In burning traces our disease

Turn on the master

Volume just to be increased

Even higher we cut off our wings

Producing pushing just to throw away

But I still have my hope

Social competence is not needed

Profit is what counts at last

Fit into a scheme right here and now

Or be part of the past

Even deeper we cut off our own roots

Renewing reforms kicking them away

But I still have my hope

My hope…

Sometimes it is painted red

My hope…

The color of the dead

Many steps so well planned backwards

The progress cannot be undone

Trend was acting first no more time

For a new start we are done!

Burning faster in fires on our own

The is no turning back

We are standing here alone

Even higher we cut off our wings

Producing pushing just to throw away

But I still have my hope

Even deeper we cut off our own roots

Renewing reforms kicking them away

But I still have my hope