You Run With The Pack — текст песни (Michael Kiske)

To give what I got, to take what I need to live, it ain`t easy for me,
Darken my eyes, tell me lies, but all nice, tell me how I have to be,
Get me in your foolish game, destroy my defence, lock me in,
Throw me in your lion`s cage, `cos then I`m out of your way,

Cry with the wolves, run with the pack,
Turn around to save your neck,
`Cos someone always keeps you in confusion,
Squeezed in a box, who`ll win the race,
Ask no questions in this case,
What`s left is only you and your illusions,

Charity is all your duty, they preach you: sharing your goods is your pride,
Patriotic-Love, kill the enemy first, I can hear the other side,
What`s the way out of this game? You`ll either win or you lose,
I run in circles, who`s to blame? Is there a way I can choose?

Cry with the wolves, run with the pack,
Turn around to save your neck,
`Cos someone always keeps you in confusion,
Squeezed in a box, who`ll win the race,
Ask no questions in this case,
What`s left is only you and your illusions,

I`m juggling on a rope without a net and hope,
I keep my balance `cos I see them smile with open jaws,
And if I`m falling down, then I will soon be torn.
A squabble over prey: who gets the best part out of me,
To take the needle is a one-way trip without a coming back,
You take it and you still will see reality`ll make upon you.