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We're breathing it, it sets in our minds like concrete A way of life like we learn to speak Surrounded by social ideologies We tear down these walls and we're free A pretty face struck me and crippled me in many ways I fought a war within myself that still exists today And I confess I don't know much of love at such an age But I do know what I'm feeling's self-inflicted pain I look at myself in the mirror and know that I'm not the only one obsessed I turn on the news and I wonder what war has done to obligate these men I look out at the crowd and consider what makes me so different from the rest I fall into bed and I wither as thoughts begin to pour out of my head and circulate again A gradual line curves and creates your entire life Just words on paper as you're set in time And generations of your bloodline Are lost and slowly die Aus Songtexte Mania