Borderline Syndrome

Lyrics for Borderline Syndrome

False gods and false reflections Alone in a fabricated world Epitomizing the human condition Our lives are on display None ask for our opinion The wires entangle I get back to my mundane routine The simulacrum wakes The artificial sun Spilling light over it A character in play There is a storm Brewing in my heart Its acid rain Is pouring down on me I can barely see through the clouds All I can do is feel the cold Every inch of my being hurts Trapped in the undertow Twisted reflections No one will ever see Biased affection You can't spin the wheel 'Cause we are like gods They come to us on their knees Begging for our help We all sit on our thrones Of paper and nothingness We are like gods Feeding on all their plights Manifest opulence This isn't life or death But who is in the right Take your positions We start the daily routine White light, familiar face Walking right up to me You say you want me to help I say I would be delighted You say you are in debt I say I understand You came in yesterday and the day before There is no easy solution You say you want me to help I say I would be delighted You say you are in debt I say I understand Everything I do feels like it's in vain The world remains the same You won't find a way out of here Out of your own misery You won't find a way out Out of your misery To leave this world Dying light Oh, you won't find a way out Out of your own misery Dying light