In times like these who wants to be an observer? I got news in my pocket it's filled with pollution The crack belives that mesures are useless I got news in my pokcet insanity looks ahead See the mind byond the unspeakable See the dark over your head See my eyes going round and round My perceptions of the mighty stone are far away Byond the scales, i feel my body shaking all day long In times like these who wants to be an observer I got news in my pocket where all this sorrow And every time i feel this rage The screen projects the visions of the future My perceptions of the mighty stone are far away Byond the scales, i feel my body shaking all day long