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Mr. Apathy, please try to realize This is not the life your former self wished for you to reside. Always organization, Always a set sequence But no guarantee you've began to find yourself Or even begin to live, Rich pocket, poor soul, this is what we're aiming for. A lifetime of shadows projected on a wall to see does not give you the slightest taste of truth nor true reality. Fixed obligations and set paths are stepping blocks not concrete walls. But if it gives me release and energy then I'd gladly follow along Cause now the only things we'll hold onto will be sad excuses for memories. If only emotion could be captured in time. Arms crossed we search for something more We aim, eyes closed, but there is no purpose Screams of "hold on, hold on, hold on" are muffled out. That second hand must've been on too loud Because these hours fly by like minutes now Even the blood coming up from my screaming lungs Succumbs to evaporation But I can still breathe in. And I think this hearts beating. There must be a reason. Aus Songtexte Mania