Из альбома: Welcome the Ironists
there was a man like you and me just skin and bones.
the colour and shape of what is cold.
the only thing, he couldn'
t call anyone his brother.
what is family?
i just want a little bit of peace.
ll be just fine.
just give me anything that i could call my own.
d rather be wasted than fearing in your favour to the dollars and the numbers.
and so this man was left alone with no more fears.
and he told himself he'
ll never shed another tear.
a thin young man with his head in his hands, broke all things that was given to him.
he heard his name but could never find his way to his mouth.
how can you defend the man who never wants to understand?
so we'
ll sing to him.