Halcyon days are not a thing Nostalgia is an excuse for stupidity I don't believe in golden ages Or presidents that put kids in cages America awaits on bended knee Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden Why did mother draw the curtains? Free will is your dilemma (What will the dust remember?) Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be At the end of history?
Utopia is an opiated dream What we want is an open society One torn and frayed at the edges With pages of imperfect changes And every hallmark of rationality Can't you see?
Sweet children, Locke's burden Why did mother draw the curtains? Free will is your dilemma (What will the dust remember?) Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be At the end of history?
At the end of history nobody will be innocent Of naked crimes against eternity Now we're in the last second of our December Tell me how do you want to be remembered? For generosity or a fucking monstrosity?
Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be (At the end of history?) Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be (At the end of history?) Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be (At the end of history?) Tell me where (Where?) do you really want to be At the end of history?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
