Broken dreams ride the street
Where night's light meets
The high life's beat
Life stripped of pursuit
A pursuitless life
In the driver's seat
A weak tasteless defeat
Eyes front but not looking forward
Inherent unhappiness
Chronical boredom
Radio stations playing away all the hatred and pain
Beautifull clothes to hide all the wounds
In the rain
Soothing soap and warm water to wash away the bruises and stains
Act as if we got nothing to do with this place
Why can't we choose what to say?
Why do we move at your pace?
Why do we do what you tell us to do you yet we move with this weight
What if we lose all this weight?
What if we lose all our hate?
What if we show all our pain?
What if we shed from our clothes
And show all these bruises and stains?
Then what will you do when all we do is yell change?