Nietzsche to Nothing

What’s that knocking?
What he wants, he begins, tick-tocking
What he has to mention
Two types of attention
Our reality?
How the needs can become morality
What we value we invent
Knowing nothing’s heaven sent

CHORUS: ×2
The moon of truth or balloon of lie
No wax to melt in sun up high
Livelier than being alive
The ghost of the machine of will
Is nothing 
The moon of truth or balloon of lie
No wax to melt in sun up high
Livelier than being alive
The ghost of the machine of will
Is nothing 
Man or superman

Did he feel the motion?
Doors opened, can lead, to an ocean 
Objects falling without force
Things appearing from a different source.
Where is our connection?
If we dance alone without protection
What we hear inside our shells 
We can only haunt ourselves
Will to power, will to power 

The moon of truth or balloon of lie
No wax to melt in sun up high
Livelier than being alive
The ghost of the machine of will
Is nothing 
The moon of truth or balloon of lie
No wax to melt in sun up high
Livelier than being alive
The ghost of the machine of will
Is nothing, just nothing 

Will to power our defence
Will to power our deliverance
Will to power our defence
Will to power our deliverance
Will to power our intent
Will to power our exuberance