Re:production
new style, no listen,
nobody cares,
no culture, same faces,
nobody there.
i tried to force your mind to listen,
change the tape, change the tape.
such faceless thoughts come running,
flood the gate,
flood the gate.
dull minds take pity,
gone old again,
i see you as fortunes and not my friends.
where's your mind?
where's your fucking vision?
times change before i use your shoulder for support.
so don't ask me this time,
'cause i dont care.
don't ask me this time,
i just don't care.
