Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind
Why do they run
They all seem to have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep

You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
Oh I feel like shit
But at least I feel something

Is this all you meant to be

There are marks in the pavement
You walk this route too many times
What if I changed the signs
Would you even take notice

You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
Oh I feel like shit
But at least I feel something

Is this all you have to give
Straight jacket you in
These shapes surrender

You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
Oh I feel like shit
But at least I feel something

You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
Oh I feel like shit
But at least I feel something

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Writer(s): Anders Friden, Bjorn Gelotte, Jesper Stromblad