Текст песни Mission - Kellermensch

We pretend we're on a mission
Every day it starts a new
Parking cars into positions
Doing things we don't want to
When we speak then one listens
Only silence tells the truth
Hardy looking at each other
Only thinking i love you

There's another sad religion
That we practice in our kitchen
Making meals to feed the children
While we worry what to tell them
About our mission

And with motorized precision
We surrender to the moon
Making digits to confessions
As our phones light up the room
Does you heart beat any longer
Do you mention me in prayers
Will you answer with me baby
As a laymen i love you

There's another sad religion
That we practice in our kitchen
Making meals to feed the children
While we worry what to tell them
There's another sad religion
That we practice in our kitchen
Making meals to feed the children
While we worry what to tell them
About our mission

Our dreams they tore us apart
I want you to stay
I know its irrelevant
But I want you to stay

There's another sad religion
That we practice in our kitchen
Making meals to feed the children
While we worry what to tell them