Besedila: Enemy You. Awake.

Endless competition is this life that we have made My neighbours and my friends are all cought up in the charade In the morning they'll awake just to face another day Another night, another day, they're all the same I'm so restless, never content, how much more can I take ? Every night I think of ending this, each time a different way But in the morning I'll awake just to face another day Sometimes I wish it would all fade away