Poesie Noire – Adaptation lyrics

This place looks like ant hill
Too many people, too organised
Till somebody puts his foot in it
And the people go berserk

People always state the rules
What exists is possible
But they leave no way out
What is possible doesn't exist

From behind their dark desks
They tell you how to live your life
And when you knock on their breasts
It sounds as hollow as can be
Echoing one word

Adaptation is the word
Adaptation is the means