Song Of Album - "Annoyed" 09 - 11 Created by my friend "bleederhunt" with my lyric text, added me as remix. Copyright RestlessGhost Lyrics, all rights reserved. All texts are written by myself, without the use of AI Playlist is available - Enjoy ------------------------------------------------------ [Intro] — Hello, is this the World Rescue Service? — Yes. What is your emergency? — The whole world has gone insane, please help us! — Stay On Touch... We don’t give a fuck about the world. [Verse 1] By instinct, we’re screaming, we’re calling for aid, Our common world is burning, it’s being betrayed. The ones who were meant to protect and to save, Give a shit about the path to the grave. They’ve taken their seats, so cozy and neat, With popcorn in hand, watching us fall in the street. [Pre-Chorus] When you ask society for a helping hand, The answer is: Stay On Touch. When you beg at their feet, when you can’t even stand, The answer is: Stay On Touch. [Chorus] Just an imitation, a hollow mask, Pretending to care about the task. With a stone-cold soul and a soulless tone, They whisper to you while you’re dying alone: Stay On Touch! The rescue will come, but only when... There’s no one left to speak again! [Verse 2] When patience is broken, when we’re at the edge, We’re ready to storm over their ledge. But you’ll end up in a place with no way out, Where they feed you the lies that you used to doubt. Subduing the broken under the pressure and fear, Creating a puppet for everyone to hear: Stay On Touch! [Bridge] It’s not emergency services, heartless as dark, It’s society that nurtured this apathy’s spark. Everyone's comfortable with how it all flows, Not lifting a finger to save... No! [Chorus] Waiting for the fall to harvest the greed, The voices were loud in their desperate need. But one by one, they start to fade, Dressed in the indifference that they made. To tell the ones who still try to survive: Stay On Touch! Watching the world burn alive! [Outro] When the voices of the begging finally die, You’ll be left alone under the burning sky. You’ll enter the cycle, remembering the pleas, Falling to the ground, falling to your knees. A soulless megaphone will scream in the night: Stay On Touch — as you fall from the light! Stay On Touch — when you die! Stay... On... Touch.
