Little death (murder 2)

the daily murder
suffocating from disillusion
of faceless scented bodies
in my environment

no personal touch
and growing indifference
craving for recognition
supressed uniqueness

THEIR EMBARESSED SILENCE
AND THEIR POISONED SMILE
ARE MY LITTLE DEATH
IN THIS HOLLOW LIFE
THEIR EMBARESSED SILENCE
AND THEIR POISONED SMILE
ARE MY LITTLE DEATH
ARE MY SHATTERED LIFE

winter everywhere
on the tv-screens
our daily hunt for fame
yeah we know our dreams
and we know the truth
of what we really need
our goals and deeds
and of course lost liberty