This sleeping city is a silent reaper
I've heard about death and where to find it
Just open your hands and look closely
He who seeks, he shall also find

See you on the other side, you don't belong anywhere here - it's sad but so are you
It's not even news at all, and it won't sell any glossy magazines - the silence says it all.
Most places have greater problems, but they tough it out only to get screwed - over time and again.
Where we live its the social codes and interactions, and what might or might not trickle down

I care about the reasons but right now I'm just calling a tragedy what it is
This is what happens after one too many broken promises
Just add up the pros and cons, see what a life is worth here and now
This is criticism at its clearest, but these cries fall on deaf ears

Whare are you meant to be? Just a number in a column
Is there anythig else to hope for? Just a fany funeral...

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A critique of life as we know it (a message from the dead) song meanings
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