What choice do I have? Much disdain but no alternate. Walk the path of parasites Pull up a chair and enjoy the show Like the evening news Everyone quick to give their views But not to take a stand for them. I feel so trapped, so helpless; All bodies so complacent I don't believe there is any hope for change I don't believe there is any hope at all We could have made so much more of this opportunity Taken for granted by what seems like everyone and all. I make no difference - the self-defeating attitude That is firing this fall Pull up a chair - is that all I can do? Pull up a chair - slip into the current I am torn with inner conflict Torn, could I ever help a change? Are we even worth saving? So selfish and disgusting, it's all probably deserved. So selfish and disgusting, we are the ones not worth saving. Could I live with the guilt Knowing that I was just as bad as the rest? Or could I comfort myself in the excess of expense? Could I comfort myself in taking part in this rape? Of a mother that gave to us so much Gave us to ourselves no matter which way I bend Will it have been the correct way? I now understand that I will never know this answer I will never know the answers.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
