Jet Packs - Tired Of Uøbischnost' | Текст песни

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Staying up late and reading the news
Bunching my fists with rage and anger
Ruling lunacy is getting daily proof
Is there anything left to ban and arrest?
Is there anything left to steal or disgrace?
Or maybe there is someone to take down a peg?

This machine is heading for sublime ideals
Nevermind the people getting under wheels
Scream out loud or stay indifferent, prefer not to see
In the end, it doesn’t matter, we are on the skids

Our sympathy is gone, our empathy is dead
Emotions erode and become blinkered
The more outrage we hear, the sooner we forget
They give us illusions of easier ride
Distracting our thoughts, they shape agenda
While we waste our breath and dance after their pipe

Why concern ourselves with paths to better things?
Let’s just emphasize our sacred destiny

Look around, it’s just imitation, whatever we do
We’re killing time, searching for meaning in predefined rules