No spiritual awakenings exists, extreme effort of pulling life. Cornucopia of diseased dreams, In the combination of lesser worlds, Vultures feasting
I saw an eye in the sky, Our lady sneaks of the world revealed, upon the shores of the end, everything comes to life in me. My eyes have opened to the
"I will present you with this fornication. Something in space-time is logically ill." Your past was never quite there, there was nothing that loose in
Incessantly prevalent and magnanimous Fulminate, convincing and inviolable Lodging the earthly shivers Determined not to be vanished Because it's prophesied
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You say it's all about intention A chimera in disguise, its about your life, the greed The loneliness it needs now Just to say you've claimed the prize
Close your eyes, can you see? It's the land of Secret Dreams Take my hands. Follow me where Time escapes from Reality Can you feel the loneliness burning
This union made us powerless is talking over our heads Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan Stuck by deadly rhythm of the production line Stuck
This is pulse, this is sound This is the beat of new generation This is the movement, this is the rhythm This is noise of revolution Yeah, yeah Yeah
I'm tired of losing myself in some Stupid childhood dream of what I could've been Money proves the point, and I'm stuck between Summer holidays and punk
Hey baby, you never felt this good Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could Take a bite, do a dance and get lost on a crusade Jump on this soul
Petrol bombs and barricades, anything to have our say Consequence of no choice at all, empires rise and empires fall Now it's time to flip some coins
I took the first bus out of coca-cola city 'Cause it made me feel all nauseous and shitty I took the first bus out of shell town 'Cause they didn't want
To sing you must first open your mouth You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar
So where do we go from here? Just about anywhere. Disorientated but alive. Boredom won't get me tonight. Let's bring this city to life - to light - tonight
It's coming through the air For all of us to hear Could it be the sounds of liberation Or just the image of detention? We want the airwaves back We want
Beyond ability and control, we could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase Parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street
enlaces, Tout honte de bonheur, Dans nos yeux aggrandis, Ne passait nulle peur, Car la jeunesse rit, Quand l'enfance se meurt, Le palais de nos chimeres