Letra da Música: Blackhole - Funker Vogt

Ride off into the sunset,
Even in hours you won't reach.
Seconds fade into infinity,
Where the parallesls will meet.

Dna replication,
The system's self-organized.
A virus creates fear,
There's nearly no protection.

People have a new religion,
Science is it called.
A synonym for industry,
A new god for the world.

The clock strikes twelve
And nothing happens.
Is it real or is it virtual?
The rhthym of the time.

And the sun is burning.
A black hole in my mind.
While the earth is turning,
Feels like i will go blind