One can learn much from the mistakes made of genius
While another one can't stand the truth at all
One can learn to plunge the madness into ruin
While another one hopes in cyclic rise and fall

In a world where marionettes can learn to pull strings
Against their fate, they build up giant walls
Good gods, good kings, good popes, good patriots and statesmen
Damn the whole world for standing up

And the passion hangs with one hand on the trapeze
We can't remember who we are, we are
Caught in a lie that we are made of one piece
We think, we are, we are, we are

One cannot leave the world without a certain chaos
While another one makes no trouble when they die
One can learn by chance that nothing lasts forever
While another one's chance has to be redefined

In a world where marionettes can learn to pull strings
While the reputed player's treated as the ball
Good gods, good kings, good popes, good patriots and statesmen
Damn us 'cause we've got to get up

And the passion hangs with one hand on the trapeze
We can't remember who we are, we are
Caught in a lie that we are made of one piece
We know, we are, we are, we are, we are!
We are!

And the passion hangs with one hand on the trapeze
We can't remember who we are, we are
Caught in a lie that we are made of one piece
We know, we are, we are, we are
We are, we are!