So I don't think you have that excuse
So I don't see, I see faces in any other room, I hear voices
Still the same building, two floors higher
I hear noises, still the same room
And always those four walls and obsession with fire
So I don't think
So I don't think you have that excuse
So I don't see, I see faces
In any other room, it's too much construction
Will it ever end, stop making sense
The builder is tired of his own hands work
The builder is tired of carrying brickstones
The builder needs chocolate to carry more brickstones
I would sacrifice myself to the ideal of living like you
I don't like to defend myself but noone really like to get hurt so much
I don't run, I want to know if it hurts you just like
So I don't see, I see faces in any other room, I hear voices
Still the same building, two floors higher
I hear noises, still the same room
And always those four walls and obsession with fire
So I don't think
So I don't think you have that excuse
So I don't see, I see faces
In any other room, it's too much construction
Will it ever end, stop making sense
The builder is tired of his own hands work
The builder is tired of carrying brickstones
The builder needs chocolate to carry more brickstones
I would sacrifice myself to the ideal of living like you
I don't like to defend myself but noone really like to get hurt so much
I don't run, I want to know if it hurts you just like