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)
