Testo di Real

Where do you draw the line? Shape shifters, short term thinkers Every single one wants to point the finger No one wants to take the blame Look into the mirror You've done the same From the machine to the street What once had significance is now just pestilence It lays dead at our feet I don't live in your world of empty promises I don't live in your world of zero consequence You live to destroy the things I love You live to feel the pain you've caused Piling on then begging off The champion of every worthless cause Erode the structure of our culture Just to move on I don't care what you have to say We are not the fucking same This is real now motherfucker And it's only your fault Now this is real