"This man's a beast…It's out of question…
We can't approve of what he's done…"
He tries to survive in this human jungle…
"You won't come back vagabond…alive…"

Trusted this man too much…
You lied and ran away…
Three minutes left these days…
Can't see your evil face…

Stands on a hill…hands clenched for action…
Dark clouds surround this broken man…
Blinded by fear…he is ready to rumble…
Windmills too high…evil gets too near…

Embrace your ego once…
And cuddle it to death…
Two minutes left these days…
Before you're out of breath…
Don Quichote man tries…
But can't survive in modern times…
One minute left these days…
Who's stepping…Who' stepping out of line…

Ooh…he runs so fast…
Ooh…he runs so fast…
Ooh…he runs so fast…
Ooh…he runs so fast…

He fuckin' runs so fast.....

BEAST

He fights all alone…there's a world to rescue…
This weak man might rise…or tumble down…
He waits for a sign…to begin the outbreak…
Won't stop until he has passed the line…

Embrace your ego once…
And cuddle it to death…
No minutes left these days…
Before you're out of breath…
Don Quichote man tries…
But can't survive in modern times…
No minutes left these days…
Who's stepping…Who' stepping out of line…