Cows
Pickled Garbage Soup
You thought it out, you looked it upYou tried to see what your place wasHeard them talk, watched them watchFound that you weren't relatedYou were tracked, you were foundYou were fooled and you were baitedBut you had to go, you had to lookYou had to ask what their name wasYou always stay, you're always stuckYou never see the equationYou're one of these, you're one of themYou're one of those kind of strangers
From Letras Mania