Happy Days
Pounding hammer in your skull, the shivers down your spine
You don't know what the fuck they mean, you turn to beer and wine
Fighting battles all day long, the enemy: yourself
Eventually you will give up, condemn us all to hell
So now you're frustrated
A lifetime full of hatred
The people are faceless
And all their breath is wasted
Here comes the depression
Your head is full of questions
Why all this suppression?
It turns into obsession
Who are you to save the world and live another day?
When all you are is dust and bones, just wasting it away
You spend your life just following and doing what you're told
Existence full of doubt and pain, essentially your fault
So now you're frustrated
A lifetime full of hatred
The people are faceless
And all their breath is wasted
Here comes the depression
Your head is full of questions
Why all this suppression?
It turns into obsession
So now you're frustrated
A lifetime full of hatred
The people are faceless
And all their breath is wasted
Here comes the depression
Your head is full of questions
Why all this suppression?
It turns into obsession
You don't know what the fuck they mean, you turn to beer and wine
Fighting battles all day long, the enemy: yourself
Eventually you will give up, condemn us all to hell
So now you're frustrated
A lifetime full of hatred
The people are faceless
And all their breath is wasted
Here comes the depression
Your head is full of questions
Why all this suppression?
It turns into obsession
Who are you to save the world and live another day?
When all you are is dust and bones, just wasting it away
You spend your life just following and doing what you're told
Existence full of doubt and pain, essentially your fault
So now you're frustrated
A lifetime full of hatred
The people are faceless
And all their breath is wasted
Here comes the depression
Your head is full of questions
Why all this suppression?
It turns into obsession
So now you're frustrated
A lifetime full of hatred
The people are faceless
And all their breath is wasted
Here comes the depression
Your head is full of questions
Why all this suppression?
It turns into obsession
Credits
Writer(s): Dirk Kolkman
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