They are all there for your burial,
saying "it is a shame he's gone, after all",
but no one was there or fucking gave a call
when your troubles came and left you suicidal.
They pretend to care and build memorials
then redo the same...
I guess we all just play roles.
They swear they care
- they swear they care.
Like an acid rain, on your shoulders fall
the way they restrain your happy bouncing soles,
with fear and disdain in games where you're a doll :
the fake and the mundain are just rulin' this bowl.
You are waiting
for an end of this craving,
you are waiting...
You are waiting
for an end of this craving,
you are waiting...
Like a deer with a deadly wound,
you hide yourself in the bushes
and every time you hear a sound,
your fuckin' heart just crushes.
They are all there for your burial,
saying "it is a shame he's gone, after all",
Like an acid rain, on your shoulders fall
the way they restrain your happy bouncing soles,
They pretend to care and build memorials
then redo the same...
We all just play roles.
Like a deer with a deadly wound,
you hide yourself in the bushes
and every time you hear a sound,
your fuckin' heart just crushes.