what do you want me to see
if my eyes are burning?
when i feel the story has changed;
almost nothing is true.
see my former comrades
are kind of grown up.
they're empty shells now,
once full of hopes.
endless nights are for them
relics from the past.
some are wearing costumes,
others lost their way,
crawling in the ashes
that they call a stage.
the wheel keeps on turning,
but the hamster's dead.
'cause no-one will be saved,
it's up to you when to cross the line.
a network is created by
lots of people asking why.
why trust
if we are slaves
of this uncertain life
of dirty clothes, cold food, no cash, no gas?
slaves of this ungrateful life, and we all know there is no way back.
'cause no-one will be saved,
it's up to you when to cross the line.
a network is created by
lots of people asking why.
why trust
if we are slaves
of this ungrateful life
of dirty clothes, cold food, no cash, no gas?
slaves of this ungrateful life,
but after all together we stand.

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