Tekst
It sometimes feels like a burden
I want to succeed
Is this a good quality?
I wonder what's next.
Nothing.
More and more it's an animal
Waiting to be seen
Faced with someone's failures
A sickening site indeed, indeed, indeed.
Indeed.
(Spoken)
In the beginning it seems that no one thinks beyond having fun
Which is why you write music in the first place
Always moving, refining, and pushing forward the art that one's creating
Looking to the right time to share it
And then the headaches of criticism
Senior advisors unseen people from above
Twisting, distorting that which we love
And never ending problems with money
Holding you back
Preventing progress
I thought you only started 'cause it was fun.
We play the blaming game
Yes I mind
It's not your turn.
We play the blaming game
Yes I mind
It's not your turn.
We play the blaming game
Yes I mind
It's not your turn!
We play the blaming game
Yes I mind
It's not your turn!
I wonder
I wonder, what's next.
Yes we play the blaming game
Yes I mind
It's not your turn.
We play the blaming game
Yes I mind
It's not your turn!
We play the blaming game
Yes I mind
It's not your turn!
We play the blaming game!
We play the blaming game!
