is there any life left inside of this rotting corpse?
where's the laughter that never came back?
like the apple so bitter that it wets your eyes
senses burning red, so hard to unlearn
take a good look aroud, we're fucking far from alright
we seem to need a lot of protection
there's always something in the way of our kindness
new achievements to cling on
like a salesman we're bound to believe in happiness
through wanting and getting
wanting and getting
getting and wanting
you go to sleep with a headache
and wake up stressed out and tired
feel the pulse but nothing more
as life slips through your fingers
it's you who suffers, it's you who carries the pain
it's you who sets the standards every day
is there any life left inside of this rotting corpse
are you willing to break out of these cheap frames
so many lights
so many lights to see it all
so many lights
so many lights to shut off
