Song | My Other Big Brother |
Artist | Dikta |
Album | Hunting for Happiness |
The silence never comes | |
It’s way too late for tears | |
Because the treatment doesn’t work | |
The drugs just make it worse | |
The voices become clear | |
You can’t help everyone | |
But you should’ve tried again | |
Every now and then | |
I wake up from this dream | |
And no one understands | |
The things that I have seen | |
It’s coming for me now | |
You should have heard my words | |
This station is the last | |
Tranquility and peace | |
Enjoy your pleasures now | |
For they will be your last | |
In a broken promised land | |
It’s just the calm before the storm | |
They’re milking out the lies | |
I’m drowning once again | |
The president knows | |
He knows |
The silence never comes | |
It' s way too late for tears | |
Because the treatment doesn' t work | |
The drugs just make it worse | |
The voices become clear | |
You can' t help everyone | |
But you should' ve tried again | |
Every now and then | |
I wake up from this dream | |
And no one understands | |
The things that I have seen | |
It' s coming for me now | |
You should have heard my words | |
This station is the last | |
Tranquility and peace | |
Enjoy your pleasures now | |
For they will be your last | |
In a broken promised land | |
It' s just the calm before the storm | |
They' re milking out the lies | |
I' m drowning once again | |
The president knows | |
He knows |