paroles de chanson Knifeman (Live at the Independent 12.21.15) - The Bronx

I want to be original; I want to be surrounded by art
But everything is digital, the formulas are fallin' apart

They riot in the streets because there's not enough money to share
Is the burden of fame just a universal cross we can bare?

But out here on the border line, you've got to hold it together!
You've been deprived of dedication
You've been condemned by your dreams!

Is it as bad as it seems?
And can you pull the hook from your mouth?
Do you want to feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out?
We're divided. It seems, this is a diary of life in between
This is obese and obscene. This isn't music, it's a pyramid scheme. Oh.

And out here on the border line, you've got to hold it together!
You've been deprived of dedication
You've been condemned by your dreams!
And out here on the border line, it feels a lot like forever
We'll all be damned if this machine turns life into routine

Thieves have taken the crown, melted it down, kept it in near the ground
Now they're praying for sound

And I don't know what's found, cuz we used to be gifted and persistent
Now we're bored, reminiscent
We used to laugh without misery, spoon-fed out desire
We've lost our fire!

And now they won't remember our names
Our days are mixed in the crowd and our nights are spent fanning the flames

But out here on the border line, you've got to hold it together!
You've been deprived of dedication
You've been condemned by your dreams!
Out here on the border line, it feels a lot like forever
We'll all be damned if this machine turns out into a routine

Thieves have taken the crown and have melted it down
Thieves have taken the crown and now they're praying for sound

(We're dead and gone. We're dead and gone...)