Black Hole - Funker Vogt

Ride off into sunset

Even in hours you won’t reach

Seconds fade into infinity

Where the parallels will meet

The clock strikes twelve

And nothing happens

Is it real or is it virtual?

The rhythm 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

DNA replication

The system’s self-organized

A virus creates fear

There’s nearly no protection

The clock strikes twelve

And nothing happens

Is it real or is it virtual?

The rhythm 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

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 rhythm 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