Paroles de The Passenger

A pointless being with primitive ideals Keeps crawling under my skin His brainwashed mind is such a waste of human flesh And his world is built on lies and dreams Passenger Time is burning fast It's time to find another hand to feed your shallow dreams I'm struggling to be released from these chains But the lack of alternatives keeps holding me back So i keep exploiting the hunger that i appease And i know that time is on my side Passenger Your time is running out Your journey has come to its end Passenger Time is burning fast It's time to find another hand to feed your shallow dreams