My life is in my hands. Why would I build then tear apart all of the deeds that I’ve created just to be back at the start again?
One would think that life is finite, everyday could be the last, yet here I am amongst the builders tearing down once-more the past
Could it be just that I care? That someone else was well aware that I would fight if I’m compelled to be emotionally connected
Perhaps we’ve been manipulatеd, orchestrated over-timе, and have become apart wars ensuing now only in our minds
Driven we work to build our lives, wanting to live, we just survive
Building to tear down what we’ve made, burning our past to ease our pain
The cultures of the past that ceases are re-fabricated with disease
Security will be assured to all of those who’ve never learned to just ask why or walk away from the empires of today while pointing fingers, shifting blame, barely more than just complain
So overwhelmed and unsustained while holding on to so much shame, as so much noise just pierces through
Everything will always be same for those who see yet look away, they no longer hear their inner cries as we diverge
With every minute of every day the passive man is more enslaved, now wanting only to be heard, he spews the b#llsh#t that he learnt
Now every pulse becomes a dream a temporal beating lucid scream, rhythmically lifeless and unaware, completely vacant
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Fellmeth Lyrics – Passive