Salutations Songtext
von Rishloo

These are only words
And artificial tones
We′re just skin-and-bones playing telephone with things
Probably never said at all
This world is stitched with schemes
Where once, there was reality
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distance of
Being what we really are and who we claim to be
And the irony engine isn′t lost on me


The shame is that we saw it coming
In the faces of the young among us
In crayon-and-paper drawings
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
What do they believe?
Where are all their fathers?
Where are all their mothers?
Who left them there alone
With the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
"Figure it out on your own, child."

If I still have anything to say
I'll try to make it plain
Contrivance is a luxury I don′t have
In the time that′s left before the madness overtakes me
I'm a voice among the voices
The roar of whispers closes in
And the point seems to be pointless

And I′ve forgotten who I am
And I've forgotten who I am

These are only words...
Artificial tones...
These are only words...

These are only words...