歌词
This sleeping city is a silent reaper
I've heard about death and where to find it
Just open your hands and look closely
He who seeks he shall also find
See you on the other side
You don't belong anywhere here
It's sad but so are you
It's not even news at all
And it won't sell any glossy magazines
The silence says it all
Most places have greater problems
But they tough it out only to get screwed
Over time and again
Where we live it's the social codes and interactions
And what might or might not trickle down
I care about the reasons but right now I'm just calling a tragedy
What it is
This is what happens after one too many broken promises
Just add up the pros and cons, see what a life is worth here and now
This is criticism at its clearest, but these cries fall on deaf ears
What are you meant to be
Just a number in a column
Is there anything else to hope for
Just a fancy funeral
What are you meant to be
Just a number in a column
Is there anything else to hope for
Just a fancy funeral
What are you meant to be
Just a number in a column
Is there anything else to hope for
Just a fancy funeral
What are you meant to be
Just a number in a column
Is there anything else to hope for
Just a fancy funeral
