The Working Group
She is cooperating with the working group
They are against me
The reunion is just a simple gash away
When it is all over
Who will live? Who will die?
Who will decide my fate?
I am far, far away from the working group
They are after me
Freedom resides within the mirage of my mind
Nobody shall find me there
Who will win? Who will lose?
Who will force me towards the end?
In control, under control, the purity of disobedience
They are tracking me down
There will be no second chance, no negotiation
When everyone disappears
Who will stay? Who will leave?
Who will witness my last breath?
Everything I treasure, everything I hold dear
They are still here with me
It will always remain an open option, an emergency exit
If I want to become myself
Who is the one smiling behind my back?
Who are the working group?
