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We wake up in a bed of sin And stare up at the ceiling as high as the sky Like it's our way to fly We're chasing a reason to exist But can't seem to escape the loneliness Running in circles around happiness With houses made of gold Controlled by what we own We follow what we're told Fit right into the mold Is this what we need to breathe Or are we just feeding our disease We lost sight of what we can't touch We lost it all but can't remember how to love I'm open with an empty heart And we shall grieve until we start We wonder why we feel empty inside Why there's a hunger that we can't satisfy A lonely world with a bad design You waste your time on an endless climb With houses made of gold Controlled by what we own We follow what we're told SongtexteFit right into the mold Is this what we need to breathe Or are we just feeding our disease Prisoners of a hopeless war Fighting with a double edged sword We could be free If we stop feeding our disease We stand on top of the world But still there's hollow ground We stand on top of the world When all is wrong We stand at the top of the world, alone With houses made of gold Controlled by what we own We follow what we're told Fit right into the mold Is this what we need to breathe Or are we just feeding our disease Prisoners of a hopeless war Fighting with a double edged sword We could be free If we stop feeding our disease Aus Songtexte Mania