The season of pain is here

And so we are all clear, the lyrics say it all – just remember…


SOS Texted from a cell phone.
Please tell me I’m not the only one
that thinks we’re taking ourselves too seriously.
Just a little too enamoured with inflated self purpose.
Talk is cheap. And it doesn’t mean much.

Don’t lose touch. Don’t lose touch.
….
Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Maybe there’s something wrong with the audience.
Manipulation in rock music. Fucking Nausea.

I’m losing touch. I’m losing touch.
I’m losing touch. And it’s obvious.