Songtext von Song For Eric Solomon To Sing

The sum of all that I believed turned out to be nothing but a whisper in a breeze And I was lost in a meritocracy now with nothing but the tunes to carry me With the industry aswing in the gallows that we made They'll stumble round for someone else to blame There's no sense in believing that our wounds will never mend Gotta live our lives before they end So rat me out to the scene police cause I'd rather be living Rather be living Well these are our friends they're no commodities And don't you forget it Don't you forget it For a scene that prides itself on fun and doing it yourself Sure like to use our friends as stepping stones I guess the reason that I play is to be free From the risk of the ones on top shoving me below Woah-oh-oh-oh