Torn, from the pages of all That’s commercially obscene Born, was the silver bastard of the music scene And it’s been all for one since before different was safe It said never surrender and it spans over three decades Tied, to no style other than rock-n-rolls’ truest form Speaking, of music, love and of man kinds evil it warns Much more closer knit than any other family When you survive on faith alone Baby there is no grave for thee If you look on you will clearly see the plastic watch instead A legacy’s time is long and most have eleven minutes left Monthly climate change and the weightless shifting trash Is swept aside quickly replaced by a manufactured Never ending supplyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
