What's the season of love if you can't have anything

What's the reason of love if you can lose everything

What's the meaning in a crumb, it's a crime if anything

Where's the meaning of love, it's a crime, it's a crime



How a culture can forget it's plan of yesterday

And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway

There's no need to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday

You could shit upon the stairs, you'll be friends



You'll be friends (x3)



All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly

Still the son will immitate, keep it fallin' equally

Now they know it's just a fact, we're a problem nowadays

An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyways



All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly

Still the son will imitate, keep it fallin' equally

Now they know just the facts, where the world is nowadays

An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyways



Hey ... (x7)