Here we are - back again The sun is shining now We have fun - and we dance And we can see our system grow No more tears, no life crisis Our spirit it
I buy the world with my plastic cash I get things done Life's not so bad in my cadillac I make things run I just keep going, running like the others
I drown while I keep burning inside My emptiness is larger than love Turning out the sun in my heart Gold and glory return to ashes again Then this dream
Stand up - tic tic toc The clock is on the run Still got the taste of microwave food in my mouth Kissing the sun Get out Ozone is waiting I inhale all
Brave new world keeps turning, our essence is getting bigger Each day a new chance to make the real things better Within the days our wealth grows, our
There's no way out of here our way is blocked Looks like we took the wrong way But don't say anything, I know my friend it's not our fault There's little
Straight is the line, the path is clear I'm out of sight, but still... I'm near! Straight is the line, the path is clear There's nothing wrong, no trace
Imagine all, all our lives Battlefields of broken dreams Still waiting for, for things to come Still reaching for something new Yes spirit knows, what
(the steel way) You are (worth) the strain Just a word from me You aren't worth to be (forced) by my own hand, no (howl your life) It's how you try to
Deep under the surface of your educated minds There's a beast (roaming the punctures) Looks like race persistance Every day we see the regression All
Land (in flight, quicker) creatures (in the grind) With (hold their heads), stumbeling around Sky (in black, figures we're all mutilated) With cold eyes
(growing up) peacefull, (strange to lies) (deformed) control, Is the power (where it lies) Now (do you ways), You are (too wise) (frosty comparison) life
I've left all the crisis behind me turned to the abide of the past adventure dreams that's what I see forgotten unknown and last We suffer- until we
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Now time as come to hate for your instinct to suffocate deliverance - just a term to protect your satisfaction is suspect Escape to find a distant therapy
Neurotic games are running through the brain as the paradise was born an act of desolation - there was no time to warn the price of death - fixed by initiation
Left in a dream alone where functions of death are done left in a grave of stone where functions of life are gone crawl to the abyss of souls in darkness
In a certain life before you there was a quest a primitive art solution into your death this is the split of soul you can't protect it forgotten kind
