What for?

Just take a bend,
And immediately the hands are very torn
Taking things on yourself all the time,
What is not yours is not for you.
Habit is a terrible contagion,
You become trouble-free.
Other people's goals, their deeds,
And your life has long passed
by. Stop, wake up.
You keep telling yourself, "Hold on."
But the chains are pulling down again,
To fulfill someone's whim.

Desperately trample that dust,
That she was so stuck between the holes.
And spray foam at the temple,
Let the evidence be a longing.
What for? A question that gnaws at you,
and mostly worries you.
There is a day when the sun shines...
everything else is just nonsense!

And you're going in circles again,
Bound in his own word.
You said you could, so do it.,
Even if you become black and white.
Let you burn down inside,
Let the soul be eaten by someone else's mist.
You're good to everyone, convenient to everyone,
Like an exhibit in a fashion showcase.
But someone will ask, "How are you?"
And you'll just reply with silent spam.
From memorized, false phrases,
To hide the fire of tired eyes.

But how long can you do that? Say.
There are steel knives on the edge
You dance every single day.
You're a living shadow to yourself.

Just take a bend,
And immediately the hands are very torn
Taking things on yourself all the time,
What is not yours is not for you.
Habit is a terrible contagion,
You become trouble-free.
Other people's goals, their deeds,
And your life has long passed
by. Stop, wake up.
You keep telling yourself, "Hold on."
But the chains are pulling down again,
To fulfill someone's whim.

Desperately trample that dust,
That she was so stuck between the holes.
And spray foam at the temple,
Let the evidence be a longing.
What for? A question that gnaws at you,
and mostly worries you.
There is a day when the sun shines...
everything else is just nonsense!

And you're going in circles again,
Bound in his own word.
You said you could, so do it.,
Even if you become black and white.
Let you burn down inside,
Let the soul be eaten by someone else's mist.
You're good to everyone, convenient to everyone,
Like an exhibit in a fashion showcase.
But someone will ask, "How are you?"
And you'll just reply with silent spam.
From memorized, false phrases,
To hide the fire of tired eyes.

But how long can you do that? Say.
There are steel knives on the edge
You dance every single day.
You're a living shadow to yourself.

Desperately trample that dust,
That she was so stuck between the holes.
And spray foam at the temple,
Let the evidence be a longing.
What for? The question that gnaws,
And mostly it worries you.
There is a day when the sun shines...
everything else is just nonsense!

Just take a bend,
And immediately the hands are very torn
Taking things on yourself all the time,
What is not yours is not for you.
Habit is a terrible contagion,
You become trouble-free.
Other people's goals, their deeds,
And your life has long passed
by. Stop, wake up.
You keep telling yourself, "Hold on."
But the chains are pulling down again,
To fulfill someone's whim.

Desperately trample that dust,
That she was so stuck between the holes.
And spray foam at the temple,
Let the evidence be a longing.
What for? A question that gnaws at you,
and mostly worries you.
There is a day when the sun shines...
everything else is just nonsense!

And you're going in circles again,
Bound in his own word.
You said you could, so do it.,
Even if you become black and white.
Let you burn down inside,
Let the soul be eaten by someone else's mist.
You're good to everyone, convenient to everyone,
Like an exhibit in a fashion showcase.
But someone will ask, "How are you?"
And you'll just reply with silent spam.
From memorized, false phrases,
To hide the fire of tired eyes.

But how long can you do that? Say.
There are steel knives on the edge
You dance every single day.
You're a living shadow to yourself.

Desperately trample that dust,
That she was so stuck between the holes.
And spray foam at the temple,
Let the evidence be a longing.
What for? The question that gnaws,
And mostly it worries you.
There is a day when the sun shines...
everything else is just nonsense!