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these instruments are useless as if there's something we've got to do these words are true but don't help me so these words are useless too sweating sweet as though dying from some exotic poison we live our little lives we walk through the fire not unscathed but uncaring shouldering the burden of the pain we're sharing police ask you for identification you've chosen your drug for pacification still trying to find some end to the means still trying to build some real life dreams you sing (this is not profound) i am unhappy (this is not profound) nothing seems to help that's a facet but the truth is we live our little lives we walk through fire not unscathed but uncaring shouldering the burden of the pain we're sharing Songtextepolice search you for identification you've lived your life like so much animation crying out for an end to the means stoned and stoic, you say you do not dream i say... plenty of experience but no lessons macho bravado willing ignorant regression the end was ruined by what you did to the means now i'll just leave you to you opiate dreams maybe you did the best with what you found but that's the way it is all around i won't complain about what you did to me it's just another story i hate to see still... Aus Songtexte Mania