Vacants lyrics

Somewhere in the deep of my own tortured sleep i could see your hands reaching towards the unknowing you were begging them to stop but they cut off all remaining ties to earthly life we all hung our heads. Mother culture is whispering In my ear telling me disappear Telling me do as they say. Stay in line You can't choose. Educate. Work. Career. I have to find a way. I have to find a way. Vacant smile Vacant eyes My mind is occupied I don't know which thoughts are mine Or what they programmed me to think we all hung our heads.