Lletres: Waterdown. Transient.

We'd like to take a year off to think about
What brought us here and where and when
Everything went wrong

Now we're standing in the welfare line
In fact we're running because we're out of time
We got to make a living and there's nothing left for us

The same bad news is all we get
The same debt, the same guilt, the same hate
Is that really all that's left of us?

Your face is still everywhere
But it's just fragments
I guess that fit so seamless

We go on living with our TV sets
Pay our bills and take the threats
But someday we'll start to think about what we lost

We lost control, now we're objects
We lost our hearts, what did we expect?
We lost each other, now there is really nothing left for us

Nothing
Can we regain our consciousness?
Nothing
The remains on the battlefield

Your face is still everywhere
But it's just fragments
I guess that fit so seamless

Into all the other ones
You know far too well
In your fifteen square meter, tied up world

Your face is still everywhere
But it's just fragments
I guess that fit so seamless

Into all the other ones
You know far too well
In your fifteen square meter, cracked up world