Dirge

a haze of poverty is crawling through the streets and you just hide yourself behind golden walls | a breeze of selfishness is floating through dead trees and i just wanted to announce that i‘ve got sympathy | these plants are growing from a blood stream in the ground now guess who it creates yes you behinde your golden walls | spare yourself the trouble son time is runnin‘ out sit back in your set and switch off reality | it‘s hard to cope with but harder to ignore | why change a running systeme when everything is fine | why change the way of acting when you know your right | i‘m sorry for every minute that i just thought about myself | why saying that everything is good in here when everything is worse | might this be the silence before the dream we are living in will burst | i‘m sorry for every minute that i just thought about myself Back