Из альбома: The Fear / Moshkinstein
Nearly each day I enter a world
Of paper people and paper mentalities
The sponge away all my facts
No matter what you want
They have a form for it So they can file you away
And watch your number
Big brother sounds friendly
And even war looks fun, even war
Life in forms
It fades you away
Nothing left
For the day
Life in forms
It fades you away
Nothing left
For the day
You can’t categorise in my eyes
We’re sectioned off and kept like mice
Our lives on A4 stacked so high
You must tell all you know
Privacy is something in the past
Hold any secrets if you dare
When you know everything
About a persons life
You can control it With forms of FEAR, of FEAR
Life in forms
It fades you away
Nothing left
For the day
Life in forms
It fades you away
Nothing left
For the day