Lyrics
and tell me that were not losing our minds
I m enslaved by the games we play, i m sure that we all want to change it all
that s why i m coming to you
I m sure that we all want to change it all, i m sure that we all want to blow
And tell me that we re all doing fine, i m sure that we all want to change it all
I m enslaved by the living space, thats why i m coming to you
I m sure that we all want to know, and everywhere i go a little secret
i m enslaved by the things we say
and tell me that we re all doing fine
i m sure that we all want to blow
Thats why i m coming to you, i will still sell myself
No matter what i do, every little sentence turns me into a slave, and tell me that we re all doing fine
Roofs and the working place, i m enslaved by the weekdays (International), and i wish that you would come here
I m sure that we all want to change it all, i m enslaved by the games we play
by their names monday and friday
I m sure that we all want to change it all, every little sentence turns me into a slave, i will still sell myself
i m sure that we all want to know
No matter what i do, and tell me that we re not dying here
And tell me that we re not dying here, every little sentence turns me into a slave, and everywhere i go a little secret
And i wish that you would come here, and tell me that were not losing our minds
I m sure that we all want to blow, and tell me that we re not dying here Noise, that s why i m coming to you
and i said thats what we ought to do
By their names monday and friday, i m sure that you all want to know, and tell me that we re not losing our minds
by their names monday and friday
Thats why i m coming to you, i m enslaved by the things we say
And everywhere i go a little secret, and i wish that you would come here, and i wish that you would come here
and tell me that were not losing our minds
Roofs and the working place, by their names monday and friday
i will still sell myself
I m sure that you all want to know, i m enslaved by the games we play, and everywhere i go a little secret
By the walls, by their names monday and friday, i m sure that we all want to blow
i m sure you all want to blow
no matter what i do
I m sure that we all want to blow, and i wish that you would come here
roofs and the working place
And tell me that we re not dying here, i m sure you all want to blow
and i said thats what we ought to do
and everywhere i go a little secret