You're living your life like an old silent film But lights go off and it's dark on the screen… Your world 's being smashed from the yesterday's papers Lies of from these pages give you the light.
No stars, No tears, Question it You'll get a punch… No future and No yesterday Just we The soldiers Of these damned days.
This is epitaph. That's the epitaph!
There shines crownwork of the city of dreams. Easy to be a wall but hard to be the wind! Wind is the culprit, he'll burn in the fire He is unwanted In the kingdom of lies.
Where there's no stars, Where there's no tears And the sun beams Are seldom here. No future and No yesterday… We are The dissidents Of the bygone days.
Imposed are ideas For life alternatives The deeper contradictions More petty is the game. I'm dissident aggressor! My head is the processor. It has a lot of nonsense But no kindness.
Silently broke all the world of your dreams, You're falling down - but it's too late to care. Easy to be a wall but hard to be the wind - But It's too late to decide that your fate was wrong.
No stars… No tears. Keeping silence Avert their eyes. No future and No yesterday. We're The personages Of the damned dream.
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