Testo: Streetlight Manifesto. Somewhere In The Between. Would You Be Impressed?.

Would you be upset if I told you we were dying? - And every cure they gave us was a lie? - Oh! They mean it when they say we're dead and doomed - And every single symptom brings us closer to the tomb - And who will take the credit for our swift impending fall - Because it's not my fault - Would you be impressed if I said that the dead would help us counting - Every single moment that we waste our time? - All the time we're spending vaccinating this disease - I just get dizzy when I think of all the ways we try to hide our maladies - WE wine, we dine, and everything is fine - Because it's not my fault - Not you're upset because you finally got the notion - That everything you had is spinning down the drain - Oh! Do you mean it when you beg and pray and plead? - Your "Giveittomegiveittomegiveittomegiveittome all those things we need" - And what, pray tell, will you whimper when your number will be called - You'll say "It's not my fault" - Go! Now! The others they'll await you - And every single one among the lot of you will have your turn - Ai Ai Ai Oh Oh OH - Like moths that fly into the flame it always ends up so - You scream: "Not me! Take anybody else! - Because it's not my fault!" - I had a dream last night where everyone was trying - Subconsciously I knew it was a lie - ANd when I woke I knew it was time to pray - To make amends before the end, before my judgment day - I looked around, I stood alone, I knew what I had to say - I said "It's all my fault"