Now show me the cynic with the weight he knows is his to bare he gives up he gives in again
The moment we are born we start to degenerate
Wasted potential what new hell is this is this us! is this me ! ARE WE NOT FREE!
So sweet, so mechanical i m too tired, too fucked and when reason ends it hits me like a truck
Through disappointment throught expectations we give up, we we give in the big radiating nothing
As their words salt the wounds you are soothed by the drone of days perfectly detached
Their schools, their values their standards, their lies their institutions their national prideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
