Album: Songs to Fan the Flames of Discontent
Somewhere along the line we lost
Individuality paid the cost
Close enough to inhale the security
But as always too far away
We breed upon culture sickness
And we made this rule into our own
Silently sedated
Our minds fly out the window
Our emotions suffocate
Suppress the essence of living
Your beautiful independent Fridaynight dress
Wash away the fear and insecurity
This substitute kills the freedom
And cuts the wounds wide open
A glimpse caught the sense
And now you're content in slowly fading
The familiar escape
The alternative to nothing
Reminded to die -
Life support addiction
Watch your love
Slip through your hands