Broken Culture. Other. Sometimes Talking Just Isn't Enough. Zeneszám

I'm burning in this place
Smile with the kicked in face
Everything's in its place
and we're running towards the hate

Set up your plastic children
only to knock them down
I am bound and tied
sew my mouth with your fist
Lost inside these walls
I begin to fall
And I wish it would stop
But Sometimes talking just isn't enough

Your the light and I'm the black
I'm just a refection of your backstage act
Hide behind the lines
And pretend like everythings allright

Set up your plastic children
only to knock them down
I am bound and tied
sew my mouth with your fist
Lost inside these walls
I begin to fall
And I wish it would stop
But Sometimes talking just isn't enough

I cant even stand myself
I'll escape from this hell
I'll stop being myself
I'll make my way out
I'll escape
I'll escape from this hell