Time crawls and time flies. Seasons wave when they're passing by. I'm walking along the shore. Wondering is this true or dream?. . Now when world is covered with blood.
I've chosen my way of life I'll drink my every coin. And even if I'm broken I'll drink my homemade moonshine. Until it is all in my head and I will meet my fellows.
Waken by the scream of a buzzard. Sending cold shivers down his back. . Now across the barren desert gallops a horse. The only thing alive maintaining hope.
In every revolution there's a man with a vision. He agitates and incites to follow his vocation. He speaks the golden words turns us against the system.
Rhythm of wings in the sky so high. Music in my ears I can't wait to see. I' m hiding in the grass death in my hands. Surprise is my only defence. . My private war against wilderness.
I've been searching some answers concealed in my heart. The spirit within. I've been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle. But have found none.
The groan of wind a hiding deadly disease. A killer that hides in the wind. And cannot be seen. A powerful enemy a threat that truly exists. By a hair hung our lives.
A man -highest in rank. Always commands. Obeys the will. Of the mighty word. . Wealth is all he wants to reach. Don' t give a damn to our land. . [Chorus:].
And the swamp was a desolate, treeless bog. Useless rat hole in the back of beyond. One day came a tractor along came a greed man. To start the draining, to tear the turf out of it's bed.
And she walks her way so treatled. Leads away from the bless she's earned. Gone away the meaning. Before the day against the morning. . Down the path of the blind souls she walks.
I had wrists donning slits flowing constantly. My broken body in a wreck, I'm wrapped around a tree. A crosswalk hit and run, the finish line for me. People clutter in the gutter, take a look and see.
Watery rubber boots. On the field of moss. Inside the boots weary legs. Of the man I always meet. . Swamp full of mist. Icy embrace. Nothing left of. Sense of direction.
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Cheering voices. The arena is waiting for me. . Thousand eyes are watching me now. Noble stand I in front of those. Who have condemned me. . The oath has been taken.
The evil seed. Planted for you. The apple tree. Picked for you. . Ceremony begins. Master propagates. Oneness prevails. Evil in disguise. . Feel the touch on your head.
Desperate cry of a child. Who only wants to live. An innocent human being. Deprived of all his dreams. . Painful faces of the others. Who once were the chosen.
We are the outstretched fingers. That seize and hold the wind.... . The strangeness of awakening. In an oh so silent world. Breathlessly waiting. For the first proud beams of light.
See him on Tv-screen doing the rightest thing. Always being at the top of our blessed nation. With white smile in his face he lives on the fat of the land.
I am the man of my words. If I'm not drunk or disturbed. I am the one of your daydreams. Don't call me sexy I'm angry. . Hiiop, hiiop. . I'm only happy when it hurts.
A condemned man in a prison cell charged with a crime he has done. He draws a picture on the wall a symbol of victory. He clothed peoples thoughts in words declared peace and liberty.