Shallow Songtext

von Epidemic

I wish as the father, of a thought that, rather doesn't even, question.
It wonders at it's best, it has no shame, to suggest you, format a concept.
Now is it a fragrance or is it a stench, this scent that comes, along with, the greediest of hands.
As you laugh out loud and do not need to hear, the facade, it crumbles.

These are lines, that, you could not erase, yours are words, so, easy to deflate.
And you smell the money, but you, miss the point now, let us stir, the stagnant water, into life.

As we swim and try not to sink and drown in an ocean, of pity.
I wonder, what is shallow, I wonder, who is wise, all I know, is the fear makes you, mock all that's true.
Measure by resemblance and murder what's pure, we get stuck in between, remain unseen, customize.

These are lines, that, you could not erase, yours are words, so, easy to deflate.
And you smell the money, but you, miss the point now, let us stir, the stagnant water, into life.

Mocking all, that is true, measured by resemblance.
Gently murdering, what's pure, laughing out loud.
Mocking all, that is true, measured by resemblance.
Gently murdering, what's pure, laughing out loud.

These are lines, that, you could not erase, yours are words, so, easy to deflate.
And you smell the money, but you, miss the point now, let us stir, the stagnant water, into life.
Into life, into life (this identity, cannot be slain), into life (these are lines, that you can not erase), into life.