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Written in ink, all my heroes share a back seat to undeserving puppets stealing thunder with a smile. Reinvent the present with a picture painted with a narrow view and dirty brushes dipped in bias. Make-up statements looking flashy in a fancy font boutique Catchy phrases for the lazy eye and those who hardly read Play it smart and sharpen wits for self defense Puncture sentence structure, watch it bleed between the lines. Safety blanket for a hobo on a bench in central park west with a pigeon standing on his chest. Seeking shelter from the elements of savvy urban planning, real estate and residence a myth. Broken shoes wont improve his social standing so he fishes out of wishing wells and ponders nothingness Lines of stress tell a story on his face A wrinkle on his skin for every dream left to waste Metropolitan man, morning coffee in his hand as he stands in the middle of the platform Seeking knowledge in an elevated train lobby Planning his escape with a USA Today copy Fancy shoes wont improve his social standing so he shines them to a polish so they both reflect respect. Lines of stress tell a story on his face, A wrinkle on his skin for every dream he tried to chase. Between the fold there's a story with a twist I toss and turn the pages but my heroes don't exist The cynics call it tragic but I'm caring less and less SongtexteThe pressure from the press is the source of all the stress. Between the fold there's an angle with a spin The truth is deemed elusive, getting tangled deep within The cynics call it tragic but I'm caring less and less The pressure from the press is the source of all the stress. Spooky tales of a hurricane, moving roofing sales above the market price and taking out the sugar cane Rescue planes collecting dust, needy people losing trust in a system out of touch with the here and now Photo ops for a cover story Capture the mess The less fortunate souls are looking so depressed Behind the lens, feelings are detached. They all escape the photo and it happens when it's snapped Filtered through a process in a dark room painted black Victims on the cover with their empty faces staring back. Aus Songtexte Mania