Nobody knows what freedom is
Living tied up, caged in the illusion that
Everything could be as wanted
Only make more prisoners
Nice hair, clean shoes, how they look good
When someone needs they’re not in the mood
Nice hair, clean shoes, do I look good?
Among these people I feel ready to shoot
Nobody knows what true love is
When daily trading feelings for a novelty
Living the: I lives; money with more lies
Surrounded by new slots of emptiness
Nice hair, clean shoes, how they look good
When someone needs they’re not in the mood
Nice hair, clean shoes, do I look good?
Among these people I feel ready to shoot
It's funny how they are all dead inside
Fun to see how everyone walks in line
Humans without guilt losing nothing
Being a face in the crowd
By the way
Who-are-you-if you’re -not-yourself
Every day they wear these masks
And show their happy lives
Dipped in the shards of their own ego
It's funny how they are all dead inside
Fun to see how everyone walks in line
Humans without guilt losing nothing
Being a face in the crowd
By the way
Who-are-you-if you’re -not-yourself
