Paroles: Unsound. Passé.

I feel the strain inside.
It pulls me down in tides.
I see no suffering.
Yet that's what your selling...
Sold to all.

It's all passe, done yesterday.
Another cliche, with nothing to say.

It's all passe.

Want to see the light up ahead?
I want to scream something instead.
I'm sick and tired of all of you.
I'm sick and tired.

I feel the same as you.
Yet I am not like you.
Set up to fall again.
Too weak to pull the pin.
Sold to all.

{Repeat Chorus}

It's all passe, done yesterday.
It's only me with something to say.

A hand to lend.
A hand to lend to end the trend.
Behind the eyes you'll see the lies.

It's all passe, done yesterday.
Another cliche.

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