Missing The Point - ESTATE

confess, we still abuse our lives

dazed and drunk we make up our alibis

oh ain’t it nice

how we try to deceive ourselves at any price

to my regret

our youth is gone like all the carefree fun we had

and that’s a fact

so stop pretending that it’s still in our hands

to live the life we never had

it’s not a game

burn down, break free, you’re not my enemy

i wish you the best, keep the rest and keep your dignity

man it’s too late for me

there are other goals fixed by my destiny

life has changed so fast

oh what a bore my friend, you won’t die young anymore

accept that life’s not war

and stop pretending that it’s still in our hands

to live the life we never had

it’s not a game

you’re missing the point

you miss the point my friend

where’s all the fun we had?

poor boy

lost joy