Stop, the heart stops and you do nothing

Stop, the wheel keeps turning and life goes on

And you don’t live, you only know how to cry, cry

[Verse 1]

What’s the point of staring at a screen more than at the horizon?

Of pleasing the one beside you without them caring about you?

Being a jerk who sinks the weak for sport, opening wounds

So another’s blow can comfort you — that’s not life

Always wanting more and never missing anything

While we pour poison over what belongs to others

Stuffing icy souls into Balenciaga jackets

Talking shit on keyboards, no one dares face to face

Truths become lies once you retouch them

Adversity leaves our boots broken

Who buries success and lets defeat float is mistaken

Life is simple, the hours are few

Obsolete objects, all for a like

The skeleton runs while the brain’s on stand-by

Like puppets whispering secrets, and time is running out

The heart stops and you do nothing

[Chorus]

Stop, the heart stops and you do nothing

Stop, the wheel keeps turning and life goes on

And you don’t live, you only know how to cry, cry

[Verse 2]

What’s the point of opening wounds if you don’t know how to close them?

Seeing there’s never gold beneath the ground you dig

Being a bubble against harm

Tattoo it on yourself: “What matters is never instant,” and so…

Watching the years go by, unable to admit

That we don’t jump because of vertigo, but because of the fall

Never playing because the toy might break

Or worse still, out of fear of losing

[Bridge]

What for?, what for?, what for? what good are medals?

What for?, what for?, what for? nature is wise

What for?, what for?, what for? the question that kills us:

What for?

[Outro]

Stop, and run from routine

Where every hour that passes executes you

Stop, stop talking to lies

And filling your backpack with murderous guilt

Stop, time is running out

And before it’s too late, you have to leave the ruin behind

Stop, the wheel keeps spinning and spinning

Stop if the road you’re on doesn’t inspire you