without rule

Moonspell

When all the world has gone insane
The men, the beasts, every living thing
At the top of the trees, at the bottom of the pyramid
A face in the crowd, trying to exist
We paid too much significance to things
We spread enough intolerance it seems

Now that everything has lost its taste
The food, the water hanging by a thread
We had our chance, but gave in too easily
Under the Sun, trying to resist
We paid too much significance to things
We spread enough intolerance it seems

At the speed of light, we move away
When all the world has gone insane

Never too close, never too far
Without rule, we are