I'll march ahead Away from the light It will take ages And i don't even wonder why Caught in the stream Of a really bad water I'm heading for the fiend And subject to a slaughter We keep doing As we wanted Without any feeling We just keep doing We know the target We want the reaction We just keep shooting At the wrong direction We're carrying a low caliber gun And the chances are low There is no mercy shot And no time to reload The wrong target The wrong future This one we learn to shoot Like a sharp shooter We are sharp shooters For the wrong reason And we shoot the wrong target With the right precision