Текст: Uncle Tupelo. Still Feel Gone. Fall Down Easy.

disengaged, we're forsaken nowcommunication does suffer
the moral stare of Big Brother
not a chance, no compromise
battling the barrier of belief
not to try anymore

don't want to murder the only memory or hide
try to accept that it's all worthwhilewhen you've been disengaged
severed from any world that's mine

you can hang the blame on the wall
it'll be a frame around us alldeluged by stickers and billboards
the conversation turns to war
never thought it would come down to thisit seems every person for themself

don't want to murder the only memory or hide
try to accept that it's all worthwhilewhen you've been disengaged
severed and forsaken
when you've been disengaged
severed from any world that's mine

more and more makes a hunger for less
you get hurt when you touchthe bright lights burningwhen you're high
you can fall down easy

too many years spent trigger-happy
at times I feel betrayed
I feel that I've been wronged
suspended in all disbelief
until it seems it just can't go on