В подвале клуба любителей тавтологии обнаружен смертельно убитый труп погибшего мертвеца.
Когда-нибудь эта песня доведет меня до ручки.
From the time we are born, the time we're alive
Waiting for our story to start
We practice all day, we practice all night
But we're waiting for our story to start
Then we're taught what is true, we're taught what is right
We're taught not to follow our heart
And then, the next thing we know, we're trapped in a place
Where the story will never start
On this trip we all bend; we bend and we break
We break all our pacts with ourselves
We merely try to survive and we drop all our goals
And put our dreams all on our shelves
And we're told our new goals, we're told our new dreams
They're nothing like the dreams we once held
And now to follow our dreams we have to buy all this crap
Fulfil the dreams of someone else
But don't let 'em check you, they're sucking the wrong brew
The cowards should not steer your life by their own fear
care what you are dreaming; the future is teeming
With stories that want to start
From the time we are born, the time we're alive
Waiting for our story to start
We practice all day, we practice all night
But we're waiting for our story to start
Then we're taught what is true, we're taught what is right
We're taught not to follow our heart
And then, the next thing we know, we're trapped in a place
Where the story will never start
On this trip we all bend; we bend and we break
We break all our pacts with ourselves
We merely try to survive and we drop all our goals
And put our dreams all on our shelves
And we're told our new goals, we're told our new dreams
They're nothing like the dreams we once held
And now to follow our dreams we have to buy all this crap
Fulfil the dreams of someone else
But don't let 'em check you, they're sucking the wrong brew
The cowards should not steer your life by their own fear
care what you are dreaming; the future is teeming
With stories that want to start