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Your wait-forever attitude

Makes you a member of the club

Obscene, naked as a worm

Dressed like a president

Are you alive?

Where is your limit?

You sleep in her palace all the time

Where is your limit?

And never wake up

Your voice, too mad to be ignored

Avoids their greedy smiles in bars

Detentions cloaked in secrecy

Good sense equal success

Are you alive?

Where is your limit?

You sleep in her palace all the time

Where is your limit?

And never wake up

Home!

She won’t be waiting in the rain

She’ll find her own way home

Oh last remains of reality

It’s not what you want it to be