#idiots Songtext
von Patrick The Pan

Food and shoes
Photographed
Love, love books
Cut the crap

Like winter sun
Are birthday calls
The damage done
Invisible

Double-tap the body
Double-tap the soul
Friendship is loading
I am lonely no more
Is this the only way for two souls to communicate?
I′m asking 'cause my heart still beats the analog way


Lords and slaves
Body spam
Ladders and snakes
Roles has changed

You think too less
You give too much
An empress
Of idiots

Double-tap the body
Double-tap the soul
Friendship is loading
I am lonely no more
Is this the only way for two souls to communicate?
I′m asking 'cause my heart still beats the analog way

The wishing well is running dry all the friends do live walking the ladder
It's your favorite waste of time
Look into my eyes and say you′re fine

History call it modern times
I call it the age of putrid minds