Lights are dim, there is a sense within,

inside your skin you feel like going home

œShallow is the grave for the greedy?

says the little man who shouts at the microphone

What were all these simple questions

that you once threw on the floor right there before me?

Answers to my problems, maybe?

Or a plan to capture my soul?

You oughta be more careful child

For the seasons never change

Still they try to re-arrange

the order inside your head

Is that what your afraid?

Darling don't you hesitate to pack your bags

and get lost in the woods

Whining about all possibilities and the hardness of choosing,

your modern day blues

It's not so hard to lift the spirits high

and loose it all for one fine day

The buildings will be collapsing a

nd all companies will be swept away

You oughta be more careful there.

Where the seasons never change

Still they try to celebrate

with their hands in the deepest shit.

Welcoming the living end

The Living End

Where will it end?

In laughter or in tears?

Friend by friend they disappear.

Leave an empty canvas to start again.

Different faces with different names

but the song remains the same.

Armed to be a soldier now,

but still somehow I don't feel like a man.

Tried so hard and failed again,

the way life goes is a killing bore to me.

Just a little trust in something,

and a little hope can make the sun shine again.

But the pleasures of a Babylon can make life a living hell.

We gotta let our selves be wild

Ridicule of a modern life

Pressure in a promised land

the gold that's in your hand

Will burn a fire in your palm

Evil smile on your face again

Is it true that your allright?

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