Deadends - Luna Amara

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 alone

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!»

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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 you can’t sing

And my voice is just a thing

Becoming dirt