Get up, get up child
I see you sitting in the corner
With only your back to us
Sing on, sing on child
Youʼll never be of any use otherwise
Quickly! Wipe those eyes
You suspect you are uniquely cursed…
But what can you do, when everything tastes like cardboard?
And who do you call? God knows you canʼt form the right words
This is a silent war
There is a battle
Between the darkest and the brightest parts of us
We never speak about
Keep that chin up boy
Youʼve bitten off a little more than you can chew
This is the absolute worst…
But what can you do, when everything tastes like cardboard?
And who do you call? God knows you canʼt form the right words
This is a silent war
Be stronger, be stronger!
