[Music & Words: Dirkschneider, Wienhold]
No matter what your creed
Or what your colour
No matter if you're rich or poor
We walk the line, some end up in hell
Some get a bucket of fear
You tell me you're on a fucking mission
Let me tell you, you are wrong
Who needs the word of your religion, for your perfect state
C'mon stop talking, so keep on walking
You got a sickness in mind
Don't need your madness, so keep your sadness
I've got a ticket in mind
We're on a death ride - we cannot wait much longer
We're on a death ride - some of us take longer
We're on a death ride - not only for the stronger
We're on a death ride - feel the storm of hunger
We are all insane
Ride begins and we will
Leave the station
Leave behind temptation - and faith
Turn out the light - and say goodnight
Hello to - end of days
There never was a choice or decision
Let me tell - no other way
Never gonna be an intermission - you're here to stay
[Repeat Bridge]
[Repeat Chorus]