we smoke too much

we booze like fish

we sleep all day

and wait for being rich

 

we have no plans

we never had

we just keep waiting for the final kick instead

 
 [bad word] 
easy go

we have the pills to keep up the flow

 

we have no dreams

we once did have

but dreaming is over

so nothing is left

 

are things so wrong, i wonder

how does it bother me?

history repeating

and we all go with the flow

no more dreams to follow

this is the age of being shallow

this is the age of being shallow

i‘m surprised that we still bleed