At the stations people whining
We've been left here
Youth is gone now
The happy times
The funny stories
Ages since there seemed to be
No worries
Now there ain't no direction
Ain't no frames
Anymore
I am deep inside my mind
And I want to go deeper
I think it's sad
That you don't seem to feel
The same way too
In row formations welfare mothers
Eating french fries and diet coke at home
But diet coke alone won't help you
When your tv-screens go black
What would you do
Turn to things that you turned down
Years ago
Bleach your hair
To the max
And kill your baby boy
Could it be that you just borrow
All of them plans
For tomorrow
Hiding secrets
In foggy landscapes
When the bubble bursts
When the bubble bursts
What would you do
Would you think that
There might be another way
When you realize
That this is your life