[ Featuring Till Herence ]
Are we getting slow
After your caged teenage riots
The wise and lame told you their secrets
But still you got this damn big fat stick stuck up your ass
There's no one left to blame except yourself
Cold comfort
I won't bow down to you
Make sick when I should be awake
Come over here!
Slow your pace down!
Do you remember the little boy
Smashing the windows in his room
Do you remember those hands writing down this rebellious truth
And the hands squeezing the chalk out of them
Again, again, again and again
Cold comfort
I won't bow down to you
Make sick when I should be awake
Come over here!
Slow your pace down!
No more I won't give you no room
To make me sleepy when I should be alive
Nothing left
Left all in vain
But I'm still alive
Where is your fire your true zest for life
Did you loose it on the way
Nothing left all in vain the tears we cried
Did you give it all away
A mirror of yourself standing in front of a lie
