monumental mockery 'the wolf stands alone'
what a cruel joke you laugh like nothing was ever wrong
the bearer of loneliness walks surrounded by lights and night
the passers-by look upon his face and see themselves; still they continue to
wretched lives, to wretched futures to anything that stopped making sense long ago.
caught like butterflies in strings the impossibility makes us behave like
downtakers on a march our eyes start to melt dearest we have long lost
the list to our own damnation.
make cars run faster, make horses taste better and virgins give in easier
the way we like to consume and to withhold our own disastrous emotions
caught in facades made of plaster everything in hollywoodia is fake just like
your kids and my words just like the plaster that hides the imagined wound.
no no no this is too little this is the : we have no better way to express our empty skulls
our empty civilizations our empty souls wandering in 1s and 0s to the benefit of the greater market you know very well this is a cry of fear you know very well you wanted him to love you
to truly see you you know very well you lost yet the machines of today teach us one can only
shift into a higher gear, that's it, and than crash. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. have no brakes. we have have no brakes. we have have no brakes. we have no brakes. we no brakes. we no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no brakes. we have no