You are always trying to be perfect Your ambition is growing You want more and more, every second But you will regret Wheel of fortune Please, have mercy Of this people That are blind Now you think you are godlike You have sure that everyone loves you They are under your feet (but they don't) Your time is coming How does it feel to be hated? I told you, it was an illusion Now you are under decadence All you want to be is nothing Again! Nothing! Wheel of fortune Please, have mercy Of this people That are blind