Songtexte: Memnoch. Chaos Is Silence. Running Man.

Inject the new cheap thrill, give me your boiling blood
struggling fools scream blue murder demanding a low deal
the perverted art of drawing the picture of success through
suffering and coincidence, obey to their illusion

the constant quest of pulling
the idle wool over our tiring eyes
we sold our sanity to distract
from our own monotony of daily life
running man - enthralled by your death sentence
running man - our foolish hero

a regular evening funny game
has turned out to a fight for survival
to cheer up our pathetic life, to get your adrenalin stage
our murderous frenzy has paralyzed the ability
to differentiate between human and fiendish

mass media will satisfy our sadist urge
with the help of numb brainwashed contestants
this dark prediction has become
a true aspect of entertainment
reflects your wretched life
in this monitor stuck with red tears

running man - enthralled by your death sentence
running man - our foolish hero
face your worst horror and let us salt your wounds
your pain may be our joy
the constant quest of pulling
the idle wool over our tiring eyes
we sold our sanity to distract
from our own monotony of daily life