modern day temple infected green fake, pasted, and broadcasting stems and flags that the market needs the kids will scream and join the scenewe've
again I wanna feel my heart coming alive again Before the parade passes by... Before the parade passes by I've gotta go and taste Saturday's high life Before the parade
not to live, Just sit and putter, Life's candy; the sun's A ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud To rain on my parade. I'm gonna live and live now
t tell me not to live, Just sit and putter, Life's candy and the sun's A ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud To rain on my parade. Don't tell me
Going Dwon By The Law Of Gravitation This Bowels Is A Winding Path, Is It Life ? I Shitted And Who Died, Who Is Next ? Pace Of Parade Such Is Life,
in I don't want this anymore I've brought you into my, I've brought you here You're in my circular parade of failure, of failure (Run away!) Right now
Sails her blue eyes over you savour the springtime of our kiss souls worn blind by sweetheart cures in just like lovers do taste your skin still on my
Lead like lambs whose shepherd is blind following trails of the 'celestial' guide Unending search in the world absurd, blindly obsessed by lies Living
(Against criminal theocracy) Your laws were not made for people But to protect your position, What you believe must be the truth 'cause you despise
Imagine the world without us, What a pleasant place to be. La planta : burned alive ! Once great plains of grass and trees, Now cities of glass and
Always under stress to be the best at your work, You never take time to rest it shows on your face. If that's success you're after you should think again
Human life only lats a moment [x4] You must have the will to live it as you want ! In this world, unreal like a dream To live, suffering, only doing
I'm enslaved, captured by militia, Vanished for my family free thinking is my crime. Fear another day of life suppressed Fear another day of life oppressed
Look in the glass / a dilemma Commit suicide / or build a life ? Sitting in my bedroom, so many years of time So little time, running away...
I am old, primitive, ancient. There was a time when I freely roamed this continent But now I'm slowly dying... Long before you came to my land I lived
Cattle slaughter house, zombified lumpen, Decerebrated, zombified Cattle slaughter house, with castrated brains, Return to your feeder, and try to forget
One can never return to what is called the spirit of an age. Because the world is coming to an end its spirit dissipates. Even if we try we cannot return