Faster, faster still
Devoid of meaning

Speed in infinite nothingness,faster still
Speed in infinite nothingness,faster still

Worlds turn
The mass of men leads lives of quiet desperation

From this chalice each of us drinks
Searching a potion, finding poison

Give me a light and a mirror to see myself as I want to see myself

Break all the dead lights
Humanity forget

And wash yourself in the light of our dying sun
And wash yourself in the light of our dying sun

Tear down the walls and wash yourself in the light of our dying sun