Bridge to Solace - Paper Bags And Plastic Cups dalszöveg (lyrics)
[Bridge to Solace - Paper Bags And Plastic Cups dalszöveg lyrics]
And these neon lights just burn our eyes
While dead air's filling our lungs
We slave away our lives instead of dancing
In the remains of this forgotten world
We are just the objects of trade in this
Death rat race of this globe gone wild
Tell me what is left for us
Tell me what is left for me
Is it only the paper bag
What holds our flesh
And the plastic cup we drink our blood from?
We buy our packaged lives back from the
Ones we are selling our souls to
There's a damn good sense of business in here
Reproduced human lives from a pounding heart
To a cup of blood
From a breathing body to a
Bag of shredded burning flesh
You buy, we sell, we buy, you sell
This is just a damn fucking circle
And in the end we always lose
Looks like a tiring game we
Constantly play, but still, we are
So easy to be led astray
By the constant agenda
What might help us believe that we
Will win by trading ourselves
Away for a bunch of papers
That do have numbers
While we are the ones who are THE numbers
This is just like a code on our foreheads
Control delete
Control delete
Press Enter and erase us from the maps
Times are changing, so be fast control
Delete control
Delete press Enter until we press backspace
While dead air's filling our lungs
We slave away our lives instead of dancing
In the remains of this forgotten world
We are just the objects of trade in this
Death rat race of this globe gone wild
Tell me what is left for us
Tell me what is left for me
Is it only the paper bag
What holds our flesh
And the plastic cup we drink our blood from?
We buy our packaged lives back from the
Ones we are selling our souls to
There's a damn good sense of business in here
Reproduced human lives from a pounding heart
To a cup of blood
From a breathing body to a
Bag of shredded burning flesh
You buy, we sell, we buy, you sell
This is just a damn fucking circle
And in the end we always lose
Looks like a tiring game we
Constantly play, but still, we are
So easy to be led astray
By the constant agenda
What might help us believe that we
Will win by trading ourselves
Away for a bunch of papers
That do have numbers
While we are the ones who are THE numbers
This is just like a code on our foreheads
Control delete
Control delete
Press Enter and erase us from the maps
Times are changing, so be fast control
Delete control
Delete press Enter until we press backspace