Texty: Beatsteaks. Unminded.

You think you could be one of them, you listen supposed the same shit. You think new clothes can change your life and that's enough to be a part of it. But there is something you've forgot or something you've misunderstood. It turns around about how you think, not round how you look. You're unminded, is it you in the mirror or someone else? You think we must respect you, respect you how you are. You foremost must respect each other, though he doesn't think like you and if you ain't got it yet, what it's all about, I have one thing that I must tell you: you suck, you suck! You're unminded, is it you in the mirror or someone else?