Nytt år, nytt decennium, nytt hopp, nytt mod, nytt kapitel, ny värld, ny chans.
So far and so it seems
All has changed
Yet everything's the same
Passed by like a cold summer breeze
Feeling their shadows passing over me
Listening to the static of their voices
Built this cage of hopeful lies
Dreaming of the future while it dies
A famous tune recalls my name
A requiem made for my soul
I see their hands held out to me
I can't reach out, I am held back
Withering inside a prison of glass
A fevered soul and punctured heart
But self-pity is wearing thin
Much more fun to pin the blame
The sheep flock round the liars
Misguided by the idolized
Brought up to vanity and twisted beliefs
They're slaves to the greed-driven profit machine
And actually think that their values are right
Benighted by the lure of glittering gold
A short-lived materialistic satisfaction
I'm living through the dreaming eyes of a sleepwalker
A nomad in my own psycosocial surroundings
We are losing the thread
Benighted and inbred
Born to vanity and twisted beliefs
Walking dead through stillborn lives
Unknowingly raped at the wrinkle-free hands
Of those who came before us
The fall of our ideals is where this story ends (for now)
The next chapter now lies
Within you all, my friends
So far and so it seems
All has changed
Yet everything's the same
Passed by like a cold summer breeze
Feeling their shadows passing over me
Listening to the static of their voices
Built this cage of hopeful lies
Dreaming of the future while it dies
A famous tune recalls my name
A requiem made for my soul
I see their hands held out to me
I can't reach out, I am held back
Withering inside a prison of glass
A fevered soul and punctured heart
But self-pity is wearing thin
Much more fun to pin the blame
The sheep flock round the liars
Misguided by the idolized
Brought up to vanity and twisted beliefs
They're slaves to the greed-driven profit machine
And actually think that their values are right
Benighted by the lure of glittering gold
A short-lived materialistic satisfaction
I'm living through the dreaming eyes of a sleepwalker
A nomad in my own psycosocial surroundings
We are losing the thread
Benighted and inbred
Born to vanity and twisted beliefs
Walking dead through stillborn lives
Unknowingly raped at the wrinkle-free hands
Of those who came before us
The fall of our ideals is where this story ends (for now)
The next chapter now lies
Within you all, my friends
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