Neon pale lie Waiting for a new dilema You pray for this in your search of light Dying for some praise You have wings, want to fly but your arms are broken What you spoke about freadom now is just a joke We are condemned to live carring a dead weight What you will say? your tomorrow is not today Hey you deaf-mute what you wanna be? The riff is dead and the drugs are obsolete You wanna a voice, but you are hoarse Don't you know? that man is just a shirt now And the song ain't the same And the song ain't the same And the song ain't the same That man is just a shirt now Strings turns to rust The used dust, it corrodes your eyes Make our sight so tired But so proud of blindness, So proud for hides the world A fashion rule´s an anthem for the new breed And what you need we discard and turn to feed Propaganda for the secret panacea within Another win´s equal another fight again Hey you death mute what you wanna back? With empty pockets but the fingers licking cigarretes You wanna a voice, but you are hoarse Don't you know? that man is just a shirt now And the song ain't the same And the song ain't the same And the song ain't the same That man is just a shirt now Kill your idols with the drugs they gave to us Isn't you in the target Isn't you in the target To the others what they did to you Isn't you in the target Isn't you in the target.