Текст песни Ratings

My life can't close itself in a hole, Can't vanish in the sad waiting list of those who have lost before they've begun, Of those who haven't gone beyond the gates of an imposed normality. Forced hate, i wish i had never met you. Tears of boredom, snapped nerves, instant horror. I see my body move from one cage to another, I spend my days cultivating apathy, disinterest, suffocated violence. I feel offended and inoffensive, a headstone stuck in cement - a broken candle. Hanged in silence, the disappointment is reciprocal. Kicks in the teeth, everyday, explode in your houses, in your schools, in your streets... A increase of "culture" - an abandonment of feelings.