Feed Me

歌詞

Hey you, so whatcha gonna do? Unbearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man Unbearable, searable, popular demand Unbearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man Unbearable, searable, popular demand How things are together we'll destroy And then we can destroy what we are Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free We don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we? Unbearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man Hey you, so whatcha gonna do? How things are together we'll destroy And then we can destroy what we are Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free We don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we? Unbearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, this simple diary of man Unbearable, searable, popular demand Feed me when I'm hungry, drink me 'til I'm dry The dream of yesterday becomes another lie You feed me lies, distortion, the English disaster No one's free, one love for one master Unbearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man We found a new place to live where we're taught to grow strong And strongly sensitive, it always sets the scenery Colours leave only beauty, words and wine amongst the greenery See how it is, see how it is The only lessons you teach us from a margin They ask my origin The only lessons you teach us from a margin They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin Extract from crystal though nothing is clear I despise you, damn you, dream you, I love you But still nothing is clear I think of when I found you You keep on singin' while I'm drowning Down into that two-tone vision I've been raised in this place And now concrete is my religion See how it is, see how it is See how it is, see how it is The only lessons you teach us from a margin You ask my origin The only lessons you teach us from a margin They ask my origin The only lessons you teach us from a margin You ask my origin The only lessons you teach us from a margin They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin