Songtext von Silkshatter

Sky is dark, my mood is too Can't the struggle in the silence of falling snow? I got used to this, so I have done to get some time I get some time, I get some time, I get some time I get some time, I get some time, I get some time I get some time, I get some time, I get some time I get some time, I get some time, I get some time I get some time, I get some time, I get some time, I get some time There's hardly enough time for you to manage yourself And yet you're infatuated with the counterfeit lives of the people on the TV Your body is merely an instrument that your mind will place It is a walking dependent, an icon of hypocrisy Your birth is my pleasure, and your poverty no longer earns my sympathy It's a fine forever fetch at the age of apathy It doesn't matter anymore I get some time, I get some time, I get some time I get some time, I get some time, I get some time I get some time, I get some time, I get some time I get some time, I get some time, I get some time I get some time, I get some time, I get some time, I get some time I don't care I don't care I don't care