Songtext von I'm Not In Here With You (you're In Here With Me)

Seems the sickness within each year Has got what it takes To make the go-getters volunteer Applauding their own cynical skills Let's drop the bomb, Their future's on Let's drop the bomb Because dusted off opinions Are way around Desperate for some moral ground I detest everything they've blessed I abhor everything they stand for A few degrees of rottenness Is what separates Their lives from their deaths To many free market conquerors And inventors of government bluffs Are looked up upon: They know the job and get it done With cheap convenience and racing airwaves I overslept my going for vengeance Rightful retaliation I would like to enter their vicious circle With the adrenaline rush of a great beserker They seek profit, they think global But see poverty as a personal failure and shame A few degrees of rottenness Is what separates Their lives from their deaths So call me killjoy But there's a certain happiness and success I'd like to destroy A few degrees of rottenness Is what separates Their lives from their deaths Maybe i'm only one of many Who's started to reconsider murder The harder it gets The more they tend to look like Moving targets