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(Verse #1) It's a common theme. The world is monotone and mean/ It's grown into a full-blown bag of bones that holds reserves of self-esteem/ And it's worse to melt a dream away with nothing there to replace it with/ Smashed hopes never heal and when it peels away, his faith is stripped/ The paces trip the walk and talk is cheap but still in stock/ Public outrage screams for justice, looting shops and killing cops/ The wheels can't stop because it's downhill and the music's up to loud/ Fingers plug their ears, now shouts rang out and reason's not allowed/ Believers got to proud 'cause we held the magic backstage passes/ Now they act like fascists, blocking all the gates to heavenly access/ And that's just when the package has no doorstep left to land on/ Blacklisted seekers wander wondering what it means to be transformed/ They can't see because the pastor's lingo wasn't made for their people/ White-collar congregation makes contributions to his ego/ And it's evil and it hurts and it tears us all apart/ And I swear a man can blind you with the blackness in his heart/ The shattered parts of speech are hard to reach in times of need/ The cuts are deep, but I can't bleed unless I think it helps you see/ I'll stand against oppression although they claim it sets me free/ 'Cause even when I'm speaking life I know that death is deaf to me... (Hook) Gather in together where the sky meets the basement/ Gotta make the world a better place where you take it/ Face to the sunrise, feet to the basement/ SongtexteWalk everybody, just walk, walk/ Gather in together where the sky meets the basement/ Gotta make the world a better place where you take it/ Face to the sunrise, feet to the basement/ Walk everybody just walk, walk... (Repeat) (Bridge) Go for the uprise, huddled in the playground/ Cuddle the women and kids. Tell 'em to stay down/ Fellowship with anybody willing to work/ Then sell a bit of land between heaven and Earth/ Catalog the converts. Carry cross for the crippled/ Bury every soul that falls anywhere inside the middle/ Bang your head against the backdrop. Block out the bad thoughts/ Cut out the trash talk, ready for the blast off/ Bang your head against the backdrop. Block out the bad thoughts/ Cut out the trash talk, ready for the blast off/ Bang your head against the backdrop. Block out the bad thoughts/ Cut out the trash talk, ready for the blast off... (Verse #2) I wanna be a better man. I wanna strip the flesh from spirit/ I wanna write the songs that people sing that inspire them to be fearless/ Never changing my appearance for moments edited and altered/ Full of awkward things to say today for the lucky seventh caller/ I've considered every offer on its merits before I refused it/ And that's mainly on the basis of their generic brand of two-cents/ If there's land beneath the cruise ship, then it's time to rock the boat/ If your label is a nuisance, then it's time to let 'em go/ If it's time for execution, make sure to protect your throat/ If you're losing your grip, hold tight to the end of the rope/ If you're broken or you're broke, take a breath and count your blessings slow/ It's feast or famine. Sometimes you starve, sometimes you choke/ Sometimes you think, sometimes you know/ Sometimes you pay, sometimes you owe/ Sometimes it burns a hole inside but you're too proud to let it show/ Reap or sow, keep breathing slow because we need to know the difference/ There's a time to walk on the sun, but there's a time to keep your distance... (Hook) (Bridge) Aus Songtexte Mania