Against perversion of passing time We have an appointment with God Behind the hospital doors. There’s no escape from controlling hands And unreal city, where we’ve never thought Too loud for so long. Made of broken images we can’t Set down or guess How to save all our affections from decay. Fed with decadent smile Maundering through the streets We still actually can’t make our own hearts beat.
This bed gives no shelter and sex no relief Your arms are full of the same regret. Rheir greatest crime is to have been born In unreal city, look at me standing up straight In a violent light Dark hours are coming but We’re already bored and tired Now, there’s not any singing choir In uninhabited sky. Fed with decadent smile Maundering through the streets We still actually can’t make our own hearts beat.
“El delito mayor del hombre es haber nacido.”
Unreal towers are falling down Children have no patience And we should believe in what we have Our final immersion is near Oh please Keep the enigma working As blood still shakes our hearts filled up with Something real. (Ooh ooh)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
