The Passive
Looking through the window,
are you feeling bad?
It’s a fool's alibi.
Classy bon vivant,
living paradise.
Believe your own hype.
Oh, yeah!
Behold the times you're living,
great chance ahead!
It's the passive that you're breeding,
dormant soul lacking the nerve.
Past achievements overridden,
take it without any salt. Yeah!
Object of affection,
are you being nice?
Just a roll of the dice.
Oh, yeah!
No need for compensation,
Who are you to judge?
It's the past that you’re believing,
mellow hand in velvet glove.
Both forgotten and forgiven,
take it without any salt. Yeah!
It's the passive that you're breeding,
dormant soul lacking the nerve.
Past achievements overridden,
take it without any salt.
It's the past that you’re believing,
Mellow hand in velvet glove.
Both forgotten and forgiven,
Burning out of control!
Writer/s: Albert Bacardit
