Never be seen, and never be heard This is the way, it´s the grey man´s curse Aren´t we free, so how´s this worse? Don´t give me that bullshit, catch phrase "It was better in my day" ´cause I know...
You broke every little thing that you built You lost every little thing that you´d always cherished, and more You took every little breath that it took Don´t analyse, just realise, you can´t keep us at bay
´Cause we are The Source Of all the things you´re desperate to ignore When reality has washed upon the shore You´re always turning tables And always telling tales I should ignore We are The Source
A virtual dream and a virtual life Well, I´m in love with the older kind A biblical truth and a cynical lie
Don´t give me that tight-lipped, bullshit "Who says it´s do or die?" Well, I do
You got every little thing that you want You took every little thing that you´d always needed and more You got every little thing that it takes, Champ Don´t theorise, don´t criticise Just get the fuck out of my face
´Cause we are The Source Of all the things you´re desperate to ignore When reality has washed upon the shore You´re always turning tables And always telling tales I should ignore We are The Source
We are The Source Of all the things you´re desperate to ignore When reality has washed upon the shore You´re always turning tables And always telling tales I should ignore We are The Source