The more thats done
The less we see
Covered up in a big smoke screen
Carbon copied words glaze your eyes
There is no focus and there's no prize
Every word on every page
Recycled stories on a different day
Buried somewhere must be the truth
Can I believe if I believe in you
You contradict what you have said
Streams of empty words leave your head
Paint a picture of what might have been
Doesn't match with what we all have seen
Every word on every page
Recycled stories on a different day
Buried somewhere must be the truth
Can I believe if I believe in you