P.A.R.T.S. Songtext
von FEiN

Progress is visible from thirty miles away
Concrete expands, additional vertical
Working our way into the ever looming void
Making more room to store your new vehicle

Compromise is for the underachieving poor

(Honey, I need that paper)
Baby, I want that 24
(Can′t stand a lowered carrot)
The hell do you think I'm running for?
(Honey I need that terrace)
Baby, I want my room to grow
(Maybe I′ll never have it)
Maybe that ain't the point at all
Maybe I'll never have it
Maybe I′ll never have it
Maybe I′ll never have it
Maybe I missed the point believing in it all


Shaking foundation; problematic, unforeseen
Silence becomes our only way to proceed
Dying by the dozen, hurry, put their parts on ice
Thirty miles away we'll watch our tower fall and take a holiday

Compromise is for the underachieving poor
Sacrifice everyone, the bread is worth more

(Honey, I need that paper)
Baby, I want that 24
(Can′t stand a lowered karat)
The hell do you think I'm running for?
(Honey I need that terrace)
Baby, I want my room to grow
(Maybe I′ll never have it)
Maybe that ain't the point at all
Maybe I′ll never have it
Maybe I'll never have it
Maybe I'll never have it
Maybe I missed the point believing in it all


(Honey, I need that paper)
Baby, I want that 24
(Can′t stand a lowered karat)
The hell do you think I′m running for?
(Honey I need that terrace)
Baby, I want my room to grow
(Maybe I'll never have it)
Maybe that ain′t the point at all
Maybe I'll never have it
Maybe I′ll never have it
Maybe I'll never have it
Maybe I missed the point believing in it all