Always running from something
Since your birth, the chase is on
You are searching for a hideout

Where is this place called “liberty”?
When will I be satisfied?
What is this inhumanity, how freedom became a lie?

It feels like being thrown into orbit: an endless coming-back to the start
You are only passing by

It is a quest for nothing
Always a new beginning, until you find out it’s not

I want anti-gravity!

Busy day, overnight, rundown until you lie dead
The next day, overtime, until you pass out braindead

I don’t question
The are no reasons
I am an ant

I don’t refute, just execute
I am an ant

Get stressed out as you crawl, carry the weight till you’re knocked dead
Stumble, fall, now endure pressure until you’re crushed dead

In all and all, I am so small: a grain of sand
I am an ant

Vacation
Settle down
Your face hits the ground, flat-dead

Have no fun
So worn out
Let’s get back to work, but still dead

In all and all, I am so small: a grain of sand
I am an ant

This one life is the only I have
This whole life, I wouldn’t give it away

Never want to go, never want to go
Never, no way
Never want to go, never want to go, but I will someday