The Champ

Never be seen, and never be heard
This is the way, it’s the grey man’s curse
Aren’t we free, so how’s this worse?
Don’t give me that bullshit, catch phrase
«It was better in my day», 'cause I know
You broke every little thing that you built
You lost every little thing that you’d always cherished, and more
You took every little breath that it took
Don’t analyse, just realise, you can’t keep us at bay
'Cause we are The Source
Of all the things you’re desperate to ignore
When reality has washed upon the shore
You’re always turning tables
And always telling tales I should ignore
We are The Source
A virtual dream and a virtual life (Life)
Well, I’m in love with the older kind (Kind)
A biblical truth and a cynical lie (Lie)
Don’t give me that tight-lipped, bullshit
«Who says it’s do or die?»
Well, I do
You got every little thing that you want
You took every little thing that you’d always needed and more
You got every little thing that it takes, Champ
Don’t theorise, don’t criticise
Just get the fuck out of my face
'Cause we are The Source
Of all the things you’re desperate to ignore
When reality has washed upon the shore
You’re always turning tables
And always telling tales I should ignore
We are The Source
We are The Source
We are The Source
We are The Source
Of all the things you’re desperate to ignore
When reality has washed upon the shore
You’re always turning tables
And always telling tales I should ignore
We are The Source
We are The Source
We are The Source
You’re always turning tables
And always telling tales I should ignore
We are The Source