You just hang around - and follow each trend, Only for making money - you start a band, You play the stuff - which is "in", And in this stupid contest
Oversættelse: Agathocles. Mistillid og misbrug.
I've built my little castle, Based on apathy. And now I'm truly armed, Against insecurity. Stone cold thoughts, Behind a grieving mask, Furious eyes,
own bare hands? Put them together on a nuclear base, And just bomb the fucking place, What we gonna do when it's all too late? And when there's nothing
What are gonna do, when your security has gone? Don't you still get it, you're always on the run, Once you told me, you'll never get burnt, But I've
Put away our differences, To fight the common enemy, Put away our differences, Throw away our stupidity. Overcome your stubborness, Because there's something worse, Greed is threatening us, And
bigheaded bastards, But we are AGATHOCLES, We say "bollocks" to what the media says, We're not a part of your show-bizz-ball, We prefer to stay honest and