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Another page torn off the calendar Another year that didn't change anything The same old shit surrounding us Another friend goes off into the sunset Surrounded by increasingly younger faces We treat their youthful beliefs cynically We think their enthusiasm is naivety But that what's all around doesn't disgust me any less. Fucking reality leads to insanity Cynicism, bitterness, nihilism, auto - destruction Without hope, but still unwilling to accept We cannot deal with the pressure of everyday life. The frames of sensitivity are over - taut They break, pushing you into the arms of frustration Waiting until the end brings salvation We struggle in a cage falling in exhaustion Escaping in addictions, temporarily losing oneself. In the blood which daily flows in our veins From Letras Mania