Death Race With Dimension 4

As I watch this clock ticking the seconds of my life away
As I watch myself selling my life out
As I walk these streets of this city closed within dirty walls
The cold wind dries the passion of my heart, and I barely feel alive
And I feel paralyzed by this damn thing called "growing up"
What once was life is nothing more
Than just a couple of stolen seconds
Do I really want this?
Should this really be the direction I'm heading for?
This senseless deathrace with dimension four
If only once, someone would stop this rain
What would be here to wash my sins away
If only once I would stop the monotonous tick-tock
Of this clock that counts the moments of my life down
If again I could escape from the circle of this "responsible life"
I fucking swear I'll steal everything back
What this glossy fake half-life did take from me
I fucking swear I'll steal everything back
What this glossy fake half-life did take from me
What once was life is nothing more
Than just a couple of stolen seconds
Do I really want this?
Should this really be the direction I'm heading for?
I'll put blood back in my starving heart
I fucking swear I'll put blood back in my starving heart