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 tome We gotta make a living And there's nothing more left for us the same badnews is all we get, the same Debt, the same guilt, the same hate Is that really all that's left for us? 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 In your fifteen square meter Cracked up world We go on living with our tv sets We'll pay out bills and take the threats But someday wel'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 The remains on the battlefield --- Transient - Waterdown