Cacophony of Anger Songtext
von Heir Apparent

Somehow, somewhere, someone
Sold me the wrong set of dreams
And the rag doll in callous hands
I′d come apart at the seams

When I'm not faking
And not just pretending
The script I′ve been given is true
Like a child that is forced
Into throwing this shit back at you

War, love, anger
War, love, anger
War, love, anger
I'm not coming clean

I see on the screens of my beaming machine
No wonder I feel like a fool
I'm on fire with resentment
With media messainеs too


My soul is the sole
That my shoes won′t hold
Somehow I get through the sorrow
Two pairs of socks
And a shot in the arse
And tomorrow

War, love, anger
War, love, anger
War, love, anger
I′m not coming clean

"Thus, the antediluvian quest of mind over matter is bequeathed
To my benighted self. Bedogged and besludged, the Pangloss
Eventually concedes to the necrosis of hard realities
Shrieking in anger, and then silent. Finding no other course
I laugh with a Sisyphean punchline at the end of a man's day."

Somehow, somewhere, someone
Sold me the wrong set of dreams
And the rag doll in callous hands
I′d come apart at the seams

My soul is the sole
That my shoes won't hold
Still somehow I get through the sorrow
Two pairs of socks
And a shot in the arse
And tomorrow


War, love, anger
War, love, anger
War, love, anger
I′m not coming clean

I'm not coming clean
I′m not coming clean
I'm not coming clean
I'm not coming clean
I′m not coming clean
I′m not coming clean
I'm not coming clean
I′m not coming clean
I'm not coming clean
I′m not coming clean
I'm not coming clean
I′m not coming clean