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Passivity
You turn on the TV
A live broadcast transmission from what seems
To be another slaughter, no-one alive
The explosion killed them before they could realize
Their lives were about to end, so many things were left unsaid
The blood is steaming on the floor
Too many corpses in the morgue
Children start to cry, cause their parents are no longer alive
You start feeling bored, you look for the remote control
And turn the TV off
You turn the TV off
Your world is truly plain
How would you know what happens many miles away?
You're too busy doing nothing almost all the time
You support all anarchy but you don't know the reasons why
Life is just a gift if you know how to live it right
If there are no dreams or hopes, then why should it be worth the fight?
Closing up your eyes, every time you see something wrong
To you it's just a bunch of lies
To me you're just waiting
For the bomb to fall
For the bomb to fall
Turn the TV off
Turn the TV off
Turn the TV off
Kitty
Kitty surely must have felt so bad
When she saw she was all alone
From all the neighbors that could have helped
On that moment, she just had none
>if anyone had called 911
Perhaps she could still be alive
>thinking it well it's just not so hard
To save another person's life
When someone screamed "leave her alone"
The killer fled, for a moment she was safe
But no one went downstairs for her
She was bleeding, no one bothered to help
The killer knew he had a chance
To finish what he had started
Once he saw she was all by herself
He grabbed her, took her to the dark
The morning shows a police line
A human contour's painted on the ground
As the sun begins to shine
The killer's living behind all the doors around
The killer's everyone
Why should they care for someone they don't know?
They will find out, when they're left alone
The killer's everyone
Kid Gasoline
This is the story of a young kid that dreamed of flying airplanes
His first one was made of balsa wood, paper, glue and no brains
That was the best he could on his own, out of his ability
He dreamed of flying higher than the highest cloud and faster than the wind
He gets one more
Chance to be on the top
He gets one more
Chance to be over all
There he’s standing on the moon
Looking at us and he won’t fall so soon
He’s not God, no, he’s no Jesus
He’s only the man that brought gasoline engine to you
By the time of high school, his ambitions became so higher
Rubber bands and glue were not enough, that boy was playing with fire
As he grew older, the dream grew stronger and that is really true
Now he is the man that brought gasoline engine to you
He gets one more
Chance to be on the top
He gets one more
Chance to be over all