Teksty: Media Blitz. An Excuse.

You'd be hard pressed to find some meaning
When no one thinks it's worth it
You're not telling the truth, you're living an excuse

We're only as weak as the sum of our parts
And trust me, we're falling apart
Why should I write if no one reads?
It's not a sacrifice if no one bleeds

What happened to the good old days? You pissed them away
Are you tired of the same old shit? Then why don't you change.