In individuals insanity is rare Within groups, parties, nations and epochs That's the law Existing by the rules of a diseased group Counting days to be someone Yelling loud we live in a long and vast land Minds bent by the box Wandering in the streets Wings of desire Obey the world Be one of them Standing upon the wall It feels like we are on the edge of a cliff Give the first step And do it over and all over again And as the cycle of decay consumes him He holds all the world's dreams And while his fallen brothers open their arms His body cracks And all they stare is that dead misfortuned body Dead Staring at the sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
