Old suns fade away their transmission weakens
Every now and again they just emit aggressive lights
Mass imagination charmers don't know where to go
Words as if bullets shot blindly burning brains
I can't find myself in a directory
Of cubes and numbers chased around the world
By monsters, slogans, appearances
I bid farewell to what I am used to
I give bows the edge is mine
I bounce I bounce
I tried to be a master of optimism
Kill all the doubts eat them for dinner
Paper walls of rules are shaking falling down
How long can you dwell in the past
This exotic wisdom drives me forward
I live and I can find thousands of reasons
I bid farewell to what I am used to
The edge is mine the edge is mine
I bounce I bounce I bounce
All the time is the fall
All the time is the fall
Time has passed to define ourselves
All the time it's the fall
All the time it's the fall
All the time it's the fall
All the time it's the fall