Dust is dust, the world is sinking, I need her, to hide inside her To kiss the mouths, of their dust, who rides the imagined oceans? So dust is dust, if the world is sinking, I do need her, to hold in my hands To scent the palms, of their dust, who admits the delusive light? Don't you see what they've been after? Our good little slave will be working forever Oh, we'd love to see them suffer! When they'll be going down Holding on to old ideas and patterns of thought Is not consistent, with the current government policy But dust is dust, and enough is enough, no words can describe injustice How many of us, will be turned to dust, until the spaceship reaches mars? I know it might sound like I have lost it It's because I do have lost it Looks like the slave won't be singing forever Guess we are going down Down, down, down, because I have lost it Down cause the slave won't be working forever Down, down, down, we'd love to see you suffer You are going down Dust is dust, my world is shrinking, in fact it is just one room Dust is dust, and I am just thinking that I need her, to live inside herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
