Song | Greater Good |
Artist | Dikta |
Album | Hunting for Happiness |
Your head is dead | |
Though you can move your feet | |
Hopelessness | |
Is the first thing that comes to mind | |
Bring it down | |
And nobody cares one bit | |
It’s far away | |
And we don’t know them at all | |
You make it sound | |
Like you really care about them | |
And all you do | |
Is for their own benefit | |
Incredible | |
The way you can lie to them | |
Maybe not | |
They’ll listen to anyone | |
How it worked | |
Nobody knows or cares | |
When walls come down | |
The bills will be sent to you | |
Open air | |
Is something you never see | |
Dictate your will | |
And blow up your enemies | |
Show no discretion | |
Everybody knows | |
You’re just lucky they don’t care | |
Maybe i’m mistaken | |
Perhaps it’s not your fault | |
Perhaps it’s everybody else | |
You dug your hole, now lay in it | |
Then cover it up, like you always do | |
You made me be political | |
Help me, someday i’ll dig my own |
Your head is dead | |
Though you can move your feet | |
Hopelessness | |
Is the first thing that comes to mind | |
Bring it down | |
And nobody cares one bit | |
It' s far away | |
And we don' t know them at all | |
You make it sound | |
Like you really care about them | |
And all you do | |
Is for their own benefit | |
Incredible | |
The way you can lie to them | |
Maybe not | |
They' ll listen to anyone | |
How it worked | |
Nobody knows or cares | |
When walls come down | |
The bills will be sent to you | |
Open air | |
Is something you never see | |
Dictate your will | |
And blow up your enemies | |
Show no discretion | |
Everybody knows | |
You' re just lucky they don' t care | |
Maybe i' m mistaken | |
Perhaps it' s not your fault | |
Perhaps it' s everybody else | |
You dug your hole, now lay in it | |
Then cover it up, like you always do | |
You made me be political | |
Help me, someday i' ll dig my own |