Everyday convince myself of everything I can and can't believe
Abused, confused
Everyday you feel every crime just stare up at the sky and wonder why
Afraid, deranged

Hold on to your promise you can use it for a crutch
Stand by while all your dreams get trampled in the dust
Leave now before your slick machines begin to rust
Last chance farewell among us

Everyday you get a little bit older and everything gets hard you wonder why (why)
Afraid, deranged
Everyday you feel every crime an endless shocking show on the parade
Abused, confused

Hold on to your promise you can use it for a crutch
Stand by while all your dreams get trampled in the dust
Leave now before your slick machines begin to rust
Last chance farewell among us

Everyday convince myself of everything I can and can't believe
Afraid, deranged

Hold on to your promise you can use it for a crutch
Stand by while all your dreams get trampled in the dust
Leave now before your slick machines begin to rust
Last chance farewell among us

Among us

Where are the Aliens?
We're the aliens
We're the aliens
We're the aliens

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): BILL KAULITZ, DAVE ROTH, DAVID JOST, PATRICK BENZNER, TOM KAULITZ