Soul Therapy Die Toten Hosen

[Strophe 1]
Sometimes you can't cope with life
You think there's nothing you can do
The whole world seems to be caving in and burying you
All the hatred and the hypocrisy, the punishment of truth
The sickness and the cynicism, that strips away your youth
If you could find a crack in this faceless wall
And push your fingers through
Your hand will touch another hand 'cause I'm buried here, too

[Strophe 2]
Come on! Let's join up!
Let's rise out of this dirt
Escape from this oppression, this anger and this hurt
The ignorance, intolerance, stupidity and lies
Spreading like a virus and ruining our lives
All we need is honesty to push away this night
Let's hang on to our innocence and hold each other tight

And we could cure ourselves if we believe it's possible
Let's lie down on this couch and make ourselves more comfortable
We've come to the oasis that we've both been searching for
So let's lay down our weapons and forget this stupid war
We'll listen to each other, our wounds will start to heal
It's starting out as role-play, but it ends up being real