Remote Controlled
There is a hole
There is a hole beyond your souls
And there's a leak
A little leak between our teeth
Let's pray for some rain to fall
Let's pray for one last order call
Just clean the eyes
Unlock your doors
And hope for the times are a changing once more
We suffer from action
Caused by a lack of satisfaction
Though we have agingly arrived
We're in search for the time of our lives
Waiting for the only one to come
Until nothing comes at all
We're puppets in an everlasting play
Who we are is what we get paid
The one to pay the piper
Calls the tune
And though we never did what we've been told
We are all remote controlled
We are all remote controlled
There is a mess
An utter mess within our chests
There is a place
Where no one ever left a trace
I fear one more is one too much
We're out of memory
Out of touch
We stifle just to stimulate
Get up early but always too late
Waiting for our own reward to come
Until nothing comes at all
There's way too many pictures all around
Too many lights
Too many sounds
In that terrifying beauty of our days
I guess that we have never been so far
From ourselves
From who we are
We're the ones to stand in our own ways
I think we must have taken up our time
While we were young
While we were wild
And none of us had ever toed the line
And though we never did what we've been told
We are all remote controlled
We are all remote controlled
Floating in a postproductive dream
Who we are is what we seem
In this fashionable world
There is a hole beyond your souls
And there's a leak
A little leak between our teeth
Let's pray for some rain to fall
Let's pray for one last order call
Just clean the eyes
Unlock your doors
And hope for the times are a changing once more
We suffer from action
Caused by a lack of satisfaction
Though we have agingly arrived
We're in search for the time of our lives
Waiting for the only one to come
Until nothing comes at all
We're puppets in an everlasting play
Who we are is what we get paid
The one to pay the piper
Calls the tune
And though we never did what we've been told
We are all remote controlled
We are all remote controlled
There is a mess
An utter mess within our chests
There is a place
Where no one ever left a trace
I fear one more is one too much
We're out of memory
Out of touch
We stifle just to stimulate
Get up early but always too late
Waiting for our own reward to come
Until nothing comes at all
There's way too many pictures all around
Too many lights
Too many sounds
In that terrifying beauty of our days
I guess that we have never been so far
From ourselves
From who we are
We're the ones to stand in our own ways
I think we must have taken up our time
While we were young
While we were wild
And none of us had ever toed the line
And though we never did what we've been told
We are all remote controlled
We are all remote controlled
Floating in a postproductive dream
Who we are is what we seem
In this fashionable world
Credits
Writer(s): Rainer Schaller, Rene Arbeithuber, Christian Neuburger, Gerd Rosenacker, Matthias Neuburger
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