Reflexes shot the myth retired our lives confined and unfulfilled between despondency and hope still ownards. onwards ever onwards
Power, wealth, knowledge my lifeline, my lifeline my lifeline lost
As they herd us back into their cages fo comfort of need, of quiet mediocrity we are but a small part in a picture so big it s obscene
Call it wasteland call it hell i call it home, i call it life my illusion s gone, this is it nothing more, nothing less hit floor, one last time no more, no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.