No Return - Luna Amara

There is this…

I don’t know, there is something in the air

There is dust on our hands, there is dirt in our hair

And we’re cold…

So cold

We don’t ask ourselves if it’s right or wrong

We just play along

We only wish we were strong

But we’re old…

So old

A way to find you out of here

What was that?

I don’t know, I guess

Somebody killed a dream, somebody found the mess

In their head…

Their head

Smashed your head against the wall

Lost control

You’re no machine after all

You are dead…

So dead

All the words, all the words are grey

Just like solitary birds

In the night

And we can’t, can’t take everything back

We can’t turn all this black into white

There is blood on the news, there is blood on your dreams

There is something so sad about your fucked up esteem

And we cry…

Oh, cry

From the newborn, today, to the dead in the grave

The remote sets you free but you’re still just a slave

Why?

Oh, why…