(Music by P. Wagner, S. Fischer, S. Efthimiadis / Lyrics by P. Wagner)
This world¹s so materialistic,
our life just makes sense when we buy.
You¹re just a part of the statistics
when there¹s a red line on your bank account, your cash runs out.
Half the population blinds their eyes.
They pretend a credit gives them wealthiness, consume contest
Just like a spider¹s web
Just like a spider¹s web
you try to get out but it holds you tighter
Just like a spider¹s web
Just like a spider¹s web
you try to get out but it holds you tight like
all of this borrowed existences,
how can they sleep in the night.
They are afraid when the bell rings.
They¹re working half their lifes to pay it back, Rtill heart attack
Half the population blinds their eyes.
They believe a credit gives them wealthiness, consume contest
Just like a spider¹s web...
you try to g et out but it gets you tight like death...
