Work, work, work for the things I don’t need so I can buy, buy, buy all those things I can’t keep. Soul may be crippled by the powers that be and convinced I should be grateful for the opportunity. Apathy is killing us and most days I don’t care. Apathy is killing us and most days I don’t care. Why don’t we care? Why wonder what the meaning and squander on second hand feelings? Another day in the endless routine. Apathy is killing us and most days I don’t care. Apathy is killing us and most days I don’t care. Why don’t we care? A lullaby of covert lines, a culture scared of what it might find. Fill this void - I’m so empty. Fill this void of a shallow fucking shell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
