Paroles de Future Primitive

Another day, I've got no convictions Hard to say when it all will end And either way it's to hell with ambitions Losing faith is the brand-new trend I won't believe it I see no exceptions We've both been cheated But you call it free This social disease is just getting to me I don't want to waste So I'm letting go Maybe we're all to blame It's all too much now Whoa, whoa Lately it's all the same So I'm just letting go You're asking me why the future looks empty Nothing more but some dead-end sights It's looking bleak and less than tempting We're just losing our state of mind I won't believe it I'll see no exceptions We've all been cheated But you call it free The social disease is just getting to me I don't want to waste So I'm letting go Maybe we're all to blame It's all too much now Whoa, whoa Lately it's all the same So I'm just letting go It's too late to change your mind So kill yours, I'll kill mine Another day, I've got no convictions Hard to say when it all will end And either way it's to hell with ambitions Losing faith is the brand-new trend I won't believe it I see no exceptions We've all been cheated But you call it free The social disease is just getting to me I don't want to waste So I'm letting go Maybe we're all to blame It's all too much now Whoa, whoa Lately it's all the same So I'm just letting go No faith, no waves of sound No trace of beating, there's nothing No sound