A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired, unhappy
No alarms and «No surprises»
Silent, silent
"You look so tired, unhappy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us" Que el sentirnos mal, nos de la fuerza suficiente para acabar con lo que nos oprime