An empty swing on an empty playground Swaying slowly in the wind Piles of trash and broken glass Keep the children away
The needles in the sandbox, not from the pines nearby More infectious than the laughter that has faded and died The days of carefree childhood are sadly in their past Forced to deal with issues that make them grow up, way too fast
Wake up to another day of insignificance Watch the people trying to catch the next commute Overweight yet underfed it makes no difference Out lust for life has been consumed
Another day in the rat race, try to earn an extra dime Something for the children, try to keep them away from crime Desperate measures trying to break the chains of poverty Pick the numbers, pull the short straw, drowning in misery
Turning a new page, turning the tide False hope keeps our dreams alive Losing achievements, losing the pride Depression is turning the tide
The part of us that died with sunset And the pain the second brought Seems to be forever lost, like the battle we have fought We are still nameless, still faceless in the crowd Lost faith and identity, dying to get out
Listen to the sirens wail in perfect harmony Gunshots for percussion and screams for violin Listen to the shouting, slamming doors and breaking glass Symphony of urban discomfort to be exact
Turning a new page, turning the tide False hope keeps our dreams alive Losing achievements, losing the pride Depression is turning the tide
We are hoping for a new beginning Begging for a fresh start Pleading for a future Praying to be loved Requesting to be noticed Appealing for a life Turning the tide
Listen to the shouting, slamming doors and breaking glass Symphony of urban discomfort to be exact
Turning a new page, turning the tide False hope keeps our dreams alive Losing achievements, losing the pride Depression is turning the tideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
