There is rage in my freedom loving soul
We built our own cage ? which we call
Liberty and development
We cut the root to our source
And we?re not thankful at all
Seems there?s greed tought on the TV-screen
And we?re sheeps of the wicked ? sheeps of the wicked

Ref:
The universal trippin?
Our mind takes us so far away
Universal trippin?
We play the game we?ve got to play

As we took the first look above
Our mind got reflected by stars
All questions rose from the one
Where we belong ? and where we come from


We rise our head up to see
Our lives become mystically
We?re impressed by this godgiven size
It let´s us ponder and fantasize