Clara Luzia - Bleed

we smoke too much
we booze like fish
we sleep all day
and wait for being rich

we have no plans
we never had
we just keep waiting for the final kick instead

easy come
easy go
we have the pills to keep up the flow


we have no dreams
we once did have
but dreaming is over
so nothing is left

are things so wrong, i wonder
how does it bother me?
history repeating
and we all go with the flow
no more dreams to follow
this is the age of being shallow
this is the age of being shallow
i‘m surprised that we still bleed