Hurting On Purpose

Everybody in this place is wearing a mask
Why they do it, I dont know - got no time to ask
Nobody's sharing neither their own feelings
Nor any emotions, like at business meetings
It makes me sad and I don't know exactly what to do
Anytime you offer feelings, they're used against you

Instead of travelling to the nearest oasis
I stuck in here in this dull places

The movie of your life, you are the director
You are your assistent, you are the main actor
Life is a theater play, but with no rehearsals
It means being mean and hurting on purpose

We're growing old and seem to live the same day everyday
Seems as if the grace of God is decades delayed
I won't get no information even if I tried
Stucking in this phone booth my entire life
Dialed any extention, that ever comes to mind
But no service is available for about all time

Instead of travelling to the nearest oasis
I stuck in here in this dull places

The movie of your life, you are the director
You are your assistent, you are the main actor
Life is a theater play, but with no rehearsals
It means being mean and hurting on purpose

Trying to be mindless, trying to be cool
But I never managed to, which I tried since school
Sitting round my table, me, myself and I
Before my eye I watch my life slowly passing by
The movie I am acting in seems to be called "Fool"
Hope I'll never resurrect 'n' being casted for part two

Instead of travelling to the nearest oasis
I stuck in here in this dull places

The movie of your life, you are the director
You are your assistent, you are the main actor
Life is a theater play, but with no rehearsals
It means being mean and hurting on purpose
The movie of your life, you are the director
You are your assistent, you are the main actor
Life is a theater play, but with no rehearsals
It means being mean and hurting on purpose



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Lippert, Frank Eisensehr
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