Octillions of directions
We cannot even go one
We are the deadlock kings
And we can't handle all this overload

Maybe you know us well
Deadlock kings live in front of you

And in the end you hold your head
And turn away your face and say
"God, I should have seen!"
We were the deadlock kings
And we couldn't get along

Quindecillions of moves we do
Not even one to move anything
We collect in ourselves all day
Our only passion from the heart

We are the deadlock kings
And we can't get along
Some of us they make it
And some lean back to die