Landmark Paroles

The World is a stage we grow out of
Only a stage we grow out of
Only a stage we plague

I'll put it on a postcard to you
What could have been a landmark rots, ignored
A monument to nothing crumbles, ignored

So sick and tired of feeling sick and tired,
Etcetera
Naked, bleeding and shivering
I fail to make a stand

I won't breathe the air you're breathing
I won't breathe the air you're breathing
I won't waste the air you're breathing
I won't waste the air

I'll put it on a postcard to you
What could have been a landmark rots, ignored
A monument to nothing crumbles, ignored

These old oak trees collapse unseen
And do not make a sound