Killing Time Songtext
von Cryptic Slaughter

So young and yet so cynical
I′m sick of killing time here everyday
It's always the same here, what can I say?
Monotony, brain dead
Haven′t these words
Haven't these words been said?

Break the spreads, your station's set
Cut your groove in revenge
Release control, it′s for the best
Decrease your will, I′ll do the rest

Reality is just a word
Its meaning is so obscured
A trite test to think of which
Artists can't be sure


People laughing ′cause people died
They had it coming, and sold their pride
A mockery of faceless men
The justification of terror

Scatterhead, faded dead, I guess I'm left behind
Search like gravity, but haven′t found the end I find
'Cause reality and sanity are just a state of mind

Reality is just a word
Its meaning is so obscured
A trite test to think of which
Artists can′t be sure

The clock stops, the floor drops
From far away, you see yourself
Faces flash, backwards comes
Now betrayed, now undone

Scatterhead, faded dead, I guess I'm left behind
Search like gravity, but haven't found the end I find
′Cause reality and sanity are just a state of mind