[Music: P. Wagner/Lyrics: P. Wagner]

They came along last night
I knew again there was no end in sight.
We all had too much.
We needed a break to let it out our guts.

So we turned it on to its highest point
shot far over the line when its fun
we dropped out on the edge stumbling on the edge

Set the mind afire
let the engine run overpowered
'n'break the bonds of sleep
feed the overdose with all to keep

And we turned it on to its highest point
shot far over the line when it's fun
we dropped out on the edge
stumbling on the edge

One the edge when there's no point to go further
there's no way to turn the steerwheel 'round.
What else left then to take it as a man
accept the final rest for now