A spatial just for you bystanders,
Jump in the terminal, let's start the race.
"Nothing good to do, just bored to death. Hey,
Can I take your hand and steal you away?"
Something seems to be unusual, wrong.
Shall we believe in what is called "our fate"?
Step and stumble, do you want to go on?
No no, how about making a fool of ourselves (Find the...
Meaning of repeating all these foolish moves,
Reason to make steps as the music grooves,
Finding it... finding it... no meaning, no reason.
I just want to dance when I need a little blue,
I just want to laugh when I need a little tear.)
I don't want to hear anymore of that ego!