Paroles de Slaves

Cold rainy days are tasteful They make me sink on my high trips Acting weird, acting cool See the regular people in the streets So different than I usually am How can they be so damned? Building their own fake reality There is nothing but lost hopes Walking in lines Ordinary slaves Poor smiling faces They'll come undone Inside four walls, they're in a cage Becoming slave of the money All I see are robots in human shapes Same heels, same hair and face Discussing love with the shrinks They follow the lead of a bitch Believe and enjoy the craps on TV Am I still the creep here? Walking in lines Ordinary slaves Poor smiling faces They'll come undone Making babies: Freaks! Building future: Lost! Think they’re right: Wrong! Soul full of ego