What makes this anger grow
frustration building up inside of me
the inability of getting through to you
a blind acceptance of the role they assigned to you
have you ever wondered who told you what to do?
Dead men
A heart at twenty, a mere consumer at thirty, when did you stop feeling like you did?
your heart didn't stop beating, you didn't stop breathing, still it seems to me as if everything just quit
Such a sad story that's meant to be so unreal but the laughter remains rather dimm playing your role as I'm watching you sliding away. what's left?, your prospects, your future?
Anger builds inside of me, I wish I could light the fire, make you realize and live again.
I wish I set the world alight, make everyone see, hear and feel, I wish I could