Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before and it seems to have a vague haunting mass appeal. But lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeah whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there.

So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive, will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around. But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeah whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there I'll be there. Would you choose water over wine... hold the wheel and drive? Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeah whatever tomorow brings, I´ll be there, I'll be there.

INCUBUS

"Wenn ich den Einkaufswagen der jungen Männer aus dem arabischen Raum vor mir richtig deute, wird es bald ein Attentat mit Klopapier geben."
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