You tell me, I can't come in
Unless I find a place to live
My lifestyle, does not fit
With the image you emit
The stuff you buy, makes us ill
The first blinding light, the antiseptic chill
Get rich, to buy more shit
Learn to love, and not to kill
All Look away
All look away
No one wants, to come down
Leave us here, to count the Lambs
Thankful to, receive the scraps
Forget to learn from the past
Face facts
They're all mad
No one wants to understand
Greed, attached
Conditioned to snap
They want more, than they can have
Slow down
Look around
Winters passed, they're all still sad
Worn out
Beat around
Time for change, here and now
All Look away
All look away
No one wants, to come down
Leave us here, to count the Lambs
Remembering, what we used to have
We're too weak, to make demands