As if his mouth might breathe an answer She knows she's getting older, the emptiness controls her And the smoke curls round her fingertips Like question marks
the time for explanation points is over? Could it be the time for truths in semi colons? Just question marks and periods, period my friend No question marks
Dancing around into the isles and into the yard Yes, we are practicing for war, walk off stage Beg for your face, beg for your fingertips The request
I got a question mark A got a need to always take some shoot in the dark I don't have to make pretend the picture I'm in is totally clear You think that
Dancing around, into the isle and into the yard. Yes, we are practicing for war. Beg for your face. Beg for your fingertips. The request; the response
Everyday we?re forced to wake up in the same old world to again face the stupidity most of us live in Following ignorance not knowing what their goal
I don?t understand, I don?t want to know Everything they mark as cool All this non-sense all this non sense is trying to get A hold on me Destroy! Every
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
The cost of holding in to your ground is giving up on the compulsories around, breaking out to be individual, minding the risk of a suggestive fall Ignore
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
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
For some reason I keep wondering my mind is fooling me You?ve got another life, separating species But still I carry this feeling don?t know what it?s
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
generation and can?t see that it?s getting worse Footsteps laid out GPS for the life you lead, the law decides what your place is, make a mark follow
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
a shelf Still I stand Freaking desperate to stick to ideology At times I wonder and consider what?s right Maybe if all this resistance is blocking my sight Questions
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