Tired of the world that tilled us reaching for the end of the day tired of the wind that chased us it 's gonna blow anything away with a hunger for something that you cannot eat all what's left is moving to the eternal beat Move body to body and skin to skin lust flashes like a thousand spokes in the corridors that I'm living in with a hunger for something........... Small roads lead to my privat hell to the centre of confusion living rooms can turn to waiting halls beware the next illusion