Tekst: Ivar Bjornson 1993 Pa balkongen skuer hun og lengter -Isoders Dronning Alene og gratende b?rer hun sorgen -Isoders Dronning I landet hvor dag er
Tekst: Ivar Bjrnson 1993 P balkongen skuer hun og lengter -Isders Dronning Alene og grtende brer hun sorgen -Isders Dronning I landet hvor dag er natt
On the balcony she beholds and longs Queen of the ice desolates Alone and weeping she bears the sorrow Queen of the ice desolates In the land where day
You waste away a spinning cage Mass binded by the sun You spend your day stuck in a race And life has just begun A paradise is in eclipse And lives are
name and I'll forget it too Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives (Simple lives) Always keep me coming back to you The drones all slave
I am Drone, pleasure drone And I wipe your tears away Drone, pleasure drone I'm gonna make you a perfect day Drone, pleasure drone And I wipe your tears away Drone, pleasure drone
push on. The fire's in my lungs. The salt's in my eyes. I take my best shot. I'm shot! Fact and fictions all blurred to fit them. The ceaseless hum. Drone. Drone
the kingdoms are united and their opinion about us is clear you hear it and see it every day their patience for us has gone away our kingdom is divided
We lost our sight for life We are walking on the dead There is no time for doubts There are no breaks in the male machine
While bullets shower the earth We turn our heads and cover our faces Now flames devour the sky And i hear these words in the back of my Mind Chorus:
. Forget my name and I?ll forget it too. Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives, Always keep me coming back to you. The drones will slave
in your eyes to your mind Habitual tool for all of mankind Addicted Caught in the web Unrestricted To what you've been fed Computer drone Click from
Got no time to think about what they did to me I have lost my former self and still I'm changing Rain, come down on me - nightfall, won't you just set
Coming from your eyes No more selfish lies It's an awful week Marry me in jeans There's nothing on the wall In the bitter hall The neon lights are on
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Time waits for reason But there's no reason Things just go wrong, they always do Nothing works out right, though you try and try You can search, you can