On A Solid Rock Masks
tear it to pieces, rip it up
the masks we wear
force me to be real even for a second
i´m tired, so tired of the roles we keep on playing
surrounded by strangers in a place called home
whats going on?
ch:
and it makes me sad
that we just can´t connect
tear it to, to pieces
i´d like to choke myself and you for this fallacy
we call normal social behavior.
it´s not you and it´s not me who are communicating.
there´s no spontanity, not much honesty
everyone´s smiling but i can´t see our eyes
we settle for ready ideas of how we´re supposed to act
but nothing real can be built on fear.
chorus
second chorus:
surrounded by strangers in a place called home
don´t want to get used to being on my own.
we think it´s normal that we don´t know even ourselves.
but i don´t buy it.