Spreading your fictional opinions Who needs arguments and facts? Everyone feels better in the protest We insolently see what we left.. At a time we lose
We offer you this new resistance instead of pushing you into their acceptance. Because the lat does not fit into our screen, why would you waste your
Last time I saw you walking, still in the same group You?ve followed the path were I took off I?ve met new people new habitats You guys stayed together
My core! Steady following rising in footsteps along, just like everyone that's what they demand I can't believe this is real it feels wrong, to go after
Points in programs there?s a coming election day Still I wonder why we believe what they say Votes are what they want to summon, election?s over principals
Some big mouth politicians create a mess, by acting on what they think is best, complaining about things they want to re-arrange, no knowledge just a
Suppressing obligations in a row Anxiety makes you hold this line Giving up one day a week Isn?t this your fucking sign? You actually tell me my future
Why should I waste my time with you jumping around acting stupid Treating each other without any kind of respect It?s not my idea of having a great time
I hope it?s gonna rain, I hope it?s gonna rain, on queensday Then maybe you?ll see that it is actually, not that important To keep your fake reputation
What?s wrong in here? why can?t we keep pace? In this world of improbity, your chicks and money and fame they trample our drive, your shameless persistence
Spent my life watching others I?ve passed my judgment I reject it all But is there anything I know I?m just an 18 year old punk saying no You can describe
I see the people guided by fear What is the problem to see more clear? is this delay created by the thoughts we are forced to think Or are we all so scared
Some things in life are hard to explain The people you once valued are at once, gone in vain All those memories all it meant to you, are nothing to them
Hop after every popular ass, or you won?t have a personality of your own, scream and shout for attention Do you mind looking around, or do you feel you
Progression in society blinds the wise and feeds the children new gadgets and tools to trample the same path each time The cycle is not to abandon else
Strive for perfection, cling onto your schemed life Try to predict what's the coming You don't care about intuition or the moment Artificial goals in