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Текст: Story of the Year. Apathy Is A Deathwish.

All eyes are focused on the captivating man.
His intentions all but clear,
sway the crowd with stone in hand.

Cause we all wait for something else to save us.
With eyes closed we find it all the differences left us dead (inside)
We can't walk the line unconscious this time.
Cause our apathy is a deathwish.

Blank stares across the room take in the dead broadcast.
All ambitions disappear waiting for our lives to pass.
How long will this last?

Cause we all wait for something to believe in.
With all hope that we might find the answers to what we left.
Inside, we can't walk through life unconscious.
This time, cause our apathy is a deathwish.
Inside, we can't walk through life unconscious.
This time, cause our apathy is a deathwish.

As we look to entertainers to fulfill our hopeless lives,
We deaden our own passions, forfeit our bookless minds,
When everybody's guilty, and no one can prove they're right,
And the only race worth running is to further humankind.
Humankind.
Dead inside.
Indifference will bleed us dry inside.

Inside, we can't walk through life unconscious.
This time, cause our apathy is a deathwish.
Inside, we can't walk through life unconscious.
This time, cause our apathy is a deathwish.
A deathwish.
Story of the Year