We'd like to take the year off to think about
What brought us here and where and when everything went wrong
Now we're standing in the wellfare line
In fact we're running
Because we're out of time
We got to make a living
And there's nothing left for us
The same bad news
Is all we get,
The same debt,
The same guilt,
The same hate
Is that really all that's left of us?
Your face is still
Everywhere
But it's just fragments I guess
That fit so seamless
We go on living with our tv sets
We'll pay our bills
And take the threats
But someday
We'll start to think about what we lost
We lost control
Now we're objects
We lost our hearts
What did we expect
We lost each other
Now there is really nothing left for us
Nothing
Can we regain our consciousness
Nothing
The remsins on the battlefield
Your face is still
Everywhere
But it's just fragments I guess
That fit so seamless
Into all the other ones
You know far too well
In your fifteen square meter
Cracked up world
Your face is still
Everywhere
But it's just fragments I guess
That fit so seamless
Into all the other ones
You know far too well
In your fifteen square meter
Cracked up world
Writer(s): Vincenzo Christian Kruse, Marcel Bischoff, Philipp Meyer, Ingo Rieser, Axel Pralat, Holger Behrens
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