Stare me down,
but my eyes won´t tell you nothing,
my eyes won´t tell you nothing
of my pain
I hear you well,
but the words don´t tell me nothing
the words don´t tell me nothing
of who I am
And that old man was right,
when he decried human life
and its perpetual chill
We´re only slaves to our will
Knock me out now
I think I need some sleep
I´ll submit myself to mediocracy
The bird song is vicious
and the air reeks of chlorine
Is it becoming real? Can it be?
The sun´s going down on me
Leave me now
Drag me to the forrest
Cover me with mud and moss and leaves
It´s a new dawn,
but the things still lack their meaning,
yea everything´s as vague as yesterday
And so it seems quite odd,
we´ve broken everything up and left nothing to begin
These are strange times we´re in
Knock me out now
I think I need some sleep
All that I have been is cold and obsolete
The morning tastes bitter and the air reeks of chlorine
Has it come so far? Can it be?
The sun´s going down on
And I do miss that time,
when every low had a high
cuz even the worst of pain
would once be allayed again
And each delirious night
would still leave traces of life
within this tin heart of mine
I surely do miss that time

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