Leaving Notice - Roam

We’re all sick with our own intentions

But we’re spoon fed and without directions

The ambition is gone and we’re all moving on too soon

Brain washed to fit in with what we don’t want

Because it’s too much to try

Complain all the while, believe in the lie

Because you’re selling yourself short

Blind to your way out, you didn’t even notice

Incapable and now, well, I still think we’re all to blame

‘Cause we’re all the same, and you know this

So here’s my leaving notice

But the vices in your head are designed in your own bed

And reflected in the window pane you tried to hide behind again

So blame it on all of the things

That contradict and cut your means

And justify a way to be the way you are continually

So here’s my leaving notice

Blind to your way out, you didn’t even notice

Incapable and now, well I still think we’re all to blame

‘Cause we’re all the same, and you know this

So here’s my leaving notice

We’re all sick with our own intentions

But we’re spoon fed and without directions

The ambition is gone and we’re all moving on too soon

We’re moving on and out again

We traded time for «could have been»

So write it off and call it hopeless

I’m handing in my leaving notice

We’re moving on and out again

We traded time for «could have been»

So write it off and call it hopeless

I’m handing in my leaving notice

We’re moving on and out again

We traded time for «could have been»

So write it off and call it hopeless

I’m handing in my leaving notice

(We're moving on and out again, we’re moving on and-)

We’re spoon fed, we’re brain dead