Mattafix - The Means - Текст песни

Haead rests, 
a sore mind behind these 
red eyes. 
Watch the television, 
sweet escapism, 
game shows and racism. 
Headlines, 
war crimes behind disguised 
affection. 

All for a cause that 
never was. 
Call for a voice but all 
it does is sigh. 
Inside. 
Sigh. 

More or less, 
there abouts, 
a young man with so 
many doubts. 
I try to learn 
impersonating, 
the clever moves but I 
am facing, 
the always power-crazed, 
middle aged generation. 

All for a cause that 
never was. 
Call for a voice but 
all it does is sigh. 
Inside. 
Sigh. 
Inside. 

Blood and blame passed 
on to a neighbour. 
Continuing the chain. 
Deadly game of whispers. 
How am I to grow. 
The life I love I 
don't know. 

Blood and blame passed 
on to a neighbour. 
Continuing the chain. 
Deadly game of whispers. 
How am I to grow. 
The life I love I 
don't know. 

Blood and blame passed 
on to a neighbour. 
Continuing the chain. 
Deadly game of whispers. 
How am I to grow. 
The life I love I 
don't know.

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