Neon pale lie
Waiting for a new dilema
You pray for this in your search of light
Dying for some praise
You have wings, want to fly but your arms are broken
What you spoke about freadom now is just a joke
We are condemned to live carring a dead weight
What you will say? your tomorrow is not today
Hey you deaf-mute what you wanna be?
The riff is dead and the drugs are obsolete
You wanna a voice, but you are hoarse
Don't you know? that man is just a shirt now
And the song ain't the same
And the song ain't the same
And the song ain't the same
That man is just a shirt now
Strings turns to rust
The used dust, it corrodes your eyes
Make our sight so tired
But so proud of blindness,
So proud for hides the world
A fashion rule´s an anthem for the new breed
And what you need we discard and turn to feed
Propaganda for the secret panacea within
Another win´s equal another fight again
Hey you death mute what you wanna back?
With empty pockets but the fingers licking cigarretes
You wanna a voice, but you are hoarse
Don't you know? that man is just a shirt now
And the song ain't the same
And the song ain't the same
And the song ain't the same
That man is just a shirt now
Kill your idols with the drugs they gave to us
Isn't you in the target
Isn't you in the target
To the others what they did to you
Isn't you in the target
Isn't you in the target.