O.k. ready to take off
Do it slow
I?m living on the bottom
I got to go
Five little fingers
Grabbing at the glass
Gone, those days
Now I?m running
Up and down in my cage

Too late to defend, I?m buried - insane
Don?t you know there?s more to life than to win
Are you that kind of stereotype? 
It?s no time, there?s no time
There?s nothing I could answer

No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
But I want to get home
Let me free, this is not my home

Put away your flashing stick
Don?t try to get closer-through my head
Give me a little bit more of your own
A little more, don?t wanna be
Anybody?s clown

Too late to defend, I?m buried - insane
Don?t you know there?s more to life than to win
Are you that kind of stereotype ? 
It?s no time, there?s no time
There?s nothing I could answer

No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
But I want to get home
Let me free, this is not my home

No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
No speech
As long (as) I get nothing
But I want to get home
Let me free, this is not my home