Nightmare, the persecution A child's dream of death. Torment, ill forgotten A soul that will never rest. Silent Scream Beaten and torn Guidance, it means nothing In a world of brutal time. Electric, circus, wild,

And you could've ruled the whole world You could've been number one And we could've had so much fun But you blew it away This means nothing to me 'Cause you are nothing to me And it means nothing to me That you blew this away 'Cause you could've been