All stand quiet…
What have we become?
A shadow of life
Forsaken in the meantime
While looking for something
We question ourselves
But we’re left with nothing
All the wrong people
All the wrong words
All the wrong reasons
All the wrong ways
Clean-cut — I was your pain
Right down the path
Clean-cut — I was your pain
We treaded in vain
Damage zone
Where are the answers?
Danage zone
Where’s my self-control
Synthetic, unreal
Perfection reveals
Our logical deals of hate
Contagious it feeds
Irrational needs
Erasing the soul we have
All the wrong people
All the wrong words
All the wrong reasons
All the wrong ways
Damage zone
Where are the answers?
Danage zone
Where’s my self-control