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Well I'm here but no one's there A blank reaction, a symphonic static stare Nothing left but black and white An overplayed undone stereotype Making friends, making enemies Playing out our overacted tragedies Whose plug will we pull? Who will be left alive? Who'll be left standing? Who'll be cast aside? Could we even make a difference if we tried? Shattered glass, a silent scream Witness the death of the American dream There's no more heroes, there's only lies We go through life and live but never feel alive Here we stand at our destiny As we embrace our destructive misery Is there anything left to believe in now? Does our future now lie six feet under ground? Did we ever have a future anyhow? Aus Songtexte Mania