Dry Blood

I know you don’t feel anything for this guy
Who’s on your side with a cigarette in his hand
With tight jeans, open chords and the same haircut
Repeat the same sentences and jokes from last week
He knows he’s nothing but a puppet on a string

Life is a party
And you’re part of this
Life is a party

(Despite your opinion, they don’t care about it)

When the night is over and you wake up
It’s no longer a surprise to think that it should have been different
Get out of this world of shallow feelings
Because girl, you are too much for this

The programmed awareness takes the assumption already expected
The need for exaltation sustains the ego that dissolves in alcohol
In groups are those who alone are nothing

Life is a party
And you’re part of this