Matter Of Fact Testo

The agony is just prolonged,
(Chorus)
We cannot hope for freedom,
We cannot ask for peace,
We cannot look for solace,
When we ignore our own disease,

Is there a point to all this pressure?
Is there a need for all this pain?
Is there a point in such pretension,
When tragedy is all that's gained?

(Chorus)

We try to make such an impression,
We try to force things to be said,
We try to gain such acceptance,
We force our message to lie dead.

(Chorus)