"The desperation's gone"
But I'm frantically trying to live up to my ideals.
A wrench in the gears, a stone through the windows
Black masks and burning police cars
Streetfight romantic and so called solidarity
There must be something more.
Sitting in a lonely room filled with stupid laughter
The joke isn't funny anymore. It isn't funny anymore.
Who defines how we have to be?
Who defines us?
One's truth must be the only one.
Seperation at any means, but it's all about identity.
If this is your way to go: I step aside.
But I'm frantically trying to live up to my ideals.
A wrench in the gears, a stone through the windows
Black masks and burning police cars
Streetfight romantic and so called solidarity
There must be something more.
Sitting in a lonely room filled with stupid laughter
The joke isn't funny anymore. It isn't funny anymore.
Who defines how we have to be?
Who defines us?
One's truth must be the only one.
Seperation at any means, but it's all about identity.
If this is your way to go: I step aside.