Album: Vivada Vis (Demo Tape) [1998]
I can envision your perfect nation,
Your plan to sedate
Intellectual pacification. I have to believe that there's more that this.
The truth in my hands, that I am not sick, I don't live in sin,
That this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation.
Beating a dead horse with fear in your eyes
Accepted a battle with a war in mind.
Singled out the target, big brother in the rifle sights.
So you shoot to kill, death just to feel, thunder to fear, rain to know tears.
Hide in the image the armor of cowards,
Hidden in vices just to deal,
Your elitist faction fuelling the flames.
In wonder of this revolutionary standstill.
I can envision your perfect nation,
Your plan to sedate
Intellectual pacification. I have to believe that there's more that this.
The truth in my hands, that I am not sick, I don't live in sin,
That this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation.
Lifestyle choices, never in struggle? Short sighted goals, this is not freedom,
This is control! This is control! This is control! This is control!
The prisoner plotting his escape exclusive anarchy a joke in bad taste.
Did you offer solution?
Is that why he turned his head, or insult his ignorance, in experience, blindness.
You cry for the satisfaction before you put in the work,
Accept possibilities as a dream, what the fuck's the fuss for?
Is this sincerity or is this a joke? Is this sincerity or is this a joke?
Is this sincerity or is this a joke? Is this sincerity or is this a joke?
Your plan to sedate
Intellectual pacification. I have to believe that there's more that this.
The truth in my hands, that I am not sick, I don't live in sin,
That this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation.
Beating a dead horse with fear in your eyes
Accepted a battle with a war in mind.
Singled out the target, big brother in the rifle sights.
So you shoot to kill, death just to feel, thunder to fear, rain to know tears.
Hide in the image the armor of cowards,
Hidden in vices just to deal,
Your elitist faction fuelling the flames.
In wonder of this revolutionary standstill.
I can envision your perfect nation,
Your plan to sedate
Intellectual pacification. I have to believe that there's more that this.
The truth in my hands, that I am not sick, I don't live in sin,
That this is all wrong, the reality prison, dreams of human liberation.
Lifestyle choices, never in struggle? Short sighted goals, this is not freedom,
This is control! This is control! This is control! This is control!
The prisoner plotting his escape exclusive anarchy a joke in bad taste.
Did you offer solution?
Is that why he turned his head, or insult his ignorance, in experience, blindness.
You cry for the satisfaction before you put in the work,
Accept possibilities as a dream, what the fuck's the fuss for?
Is this sincerity or is this a joke? Is this sincerity or is this a joke?
Is this sincerity or is this a joke? Is this sincerity or is this a joke?
envoyé par giorgio - 27/11/2008 - 21:23
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