In Line

let me down...
admire me, my holdings - admire my whole extent
admire me, adore me - i declare i depend on

envy me, advanced i am
in line with progress, in line with every man

on my self-centred vertick quest
i need these inground-legs to stand the rest

apparently straight forward
ephatically confident

existance as a function, diposal of my role-play
but in my end it's nothing but substitute acting
on my self-centred vertical quest
i need these inground-legs to stand the rest

envy me, advanced i am
in line with progress, in line with every man

collective longing walled by contemporary sorrow
just a change into a new suit, makes you feel newborn
your lifetime substitute for the moment far out of reach
to declare with might and main: I'm not alone.