Our job is to believe
To shut our mouths and then receive
An empty home

Our life means compromise
Always smart but never wise
Together aline

We are here and you are there
Always talk but never care
Got used to that?

And if we scream our scream will be
Another strange philosophy
Of a spoiled young brat


Is it to the moon
Or is it to the sun

Is it down to earth
Or is it high above
Is it to the love

This song is being sent by our trouble mind and tired hearts?

"$#&@ the system, everyone!"

"start a riot!", "be someone!"
such pathetic words
I think you better get a job

Instigate the blinded mob
To buy the world
And if you think you understand

I'm sorry but you're wrong my friend
It's silence in here
And in the end all that we are

Is corpses driving in the cars
Can you smell the fear?


Love is overrated now
We must find a way somehow
To hurt

And be hurt
But if you listen ypu can't sing
And my voice is just a thing

Becoming dirt