the daily murder suffocating from disillusion of faceless scented bodies in my environment
no personal touch and growing indifference craving for recognition supressed uniqueness
THEIR EMBARESSED SILENCE AND THEIR POISONED SMILE ARE MY LITTLE DEATH IN THIS HOLLOW LIFE THEIR EMBARESSED SILENCE AND THEIR POISONED SMILE ARE MY LITTLE DEATH ARE MY SHATTERED LIFE
winter everywhere on the tv-screens our daily hunt for fame yeah we know our dreams and we know the truth of what we really need our goals and deeds and of course lost liberty