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Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Before the stimulants are drained from our bodies
A gentle attempt to chase the vague dream
Pouring through dirt and stone as the moments are passing


Let us die young or let us live forever
Taking notes from our beloved ones that’s gone through
Carried the same torn visions we still cherish
Saluted with half a gram Colombian flour embraced by cigarette paper
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

With hopes to someday neglect the world who initiated tearing us down
We stay forever young
Abandoning all inherited hopes through petty crimes and wild hearts
Desperately in hunt for sudden motions and temporary peace


The music is played by the madman
And we dance around him as affected by voodoo
Painfully aware meaningless existence coexist
Do we really want to live forever?
Not a chance
But we paint rainbows using our dull forks
Destructive behaviors holding us from personal self destruct
Tempted to lay down our fragmented shields being our future beliefs
Blurred vision distracts us from finding land in sight
Motivation's oscillates from scarse to excess
With ambitions clearly focused on caring for our partners in crime
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies




Prosa av Chrille Timmerstuga
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Publicerad 2019-03-22 12:06



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