Deadends

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? "fuck 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