Prospekt's march/Poppyfields
Smoke is rising from the housesPeople burying their deadI ask somebody what the time isBut time doesn't matter to them yetPeople talking without speakingTrying to take what they can getI ask you if you rememberProspekt how could I forget?
Drums!Here it comesDon't you wish that life could be as simpleAs fish swimming round in a barrelWhen you've got the gun?Oh and I runHere it comesWe're just two little figures in a soup bowlTrying to get behind some kind of controlBut I wasn't oneBut here am I on my own in a separate skyAnd here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don't wanna die on my own here tonightAnd here I lie on my own in a separate sky