Life seems to be A monotone groove You dance with specific steps Into a pre-defined direction. Every point we reach Is a point of no return. Life is a one-way-road Into a pre-defined direction. Life is perpetual motion Some steps in little circles Some choose the spiral line New old game with higher stakes. We follow the gallery of preset Consuming pictures about the norm By stepping forward we regress Instead of living real progress. [Lyrics: O. Holzwarth]