Letras: Soilwork. Stabbing The Drama. Distance.

Can you please remind me where the fuck I've been?
Cause I can't find out anything,
So return me to a vital place.
From a distant observation,
Corrosion of emotions,
Is how you block your state.
From scratch to revelations,
It's all been there, bleeding for someone to dare.
Extension of deceptions, brings you to your final collapse.
Am I really an exception?

Is that your only entertainment? (spoiling your desire)
To blow your minds on a one way track.
From a distance..

Building knowledge out of flexible existance.
Hunt for adrenaline is staggering,
Grand lack of emotions.
You'll never face conclusions,
You'll get what you want.
Am I really an exception?

Is that your only entertainment? (spoiling your desire)
To blow your minds on a one way track.
I tell you a lie and make it a statement. (sleeping in denial)
You're all wasting the time of your lives.

Cold and crawling, you made it back.
Fear is selling and you're one with the fact.
Coutning the days for rebirth,
Lost once again and now it hurts.