and by the way you know the hope will make you strange

make you blink, make you blink, make you sink

it will make you afraid of change and often blame

the box with the view of the world and the ones who fill the frame



i turn it up, but then i turn it off because i can´t stand when they start to talk about the

hurting the killing the shoes that we´re filling the damage and ruin and the things that we´re doing

got to, we got to stop, we got to turn it all off, we got to rewind and start it up again



because it fell across the faultline

and nothings sacred anymore

na, na, na?



somebody saw him jump, but nobody saw him slip

i guess he lost a lot of hope and then he lost his grip

but now he´s lying in the freeway in the middle of this mess

guess we lost another one, just like the other one

energetic hypothetic version of another person

check out his outsides, there ain´t nothing in there



he fell across the fault-line and nothing is sacred anymore

na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na