In the name of fame and destruction
You recute your dead poetry
In the name of a sacred exposure
You are living anonymouslyIn the name of a needed acceptance
You are selling youself as a bitch
In the name of a glorious present
You are burning your future indeedI've got tomorrow
I live it up
I crossed the damn road
I've overcomeIn the name of (an) addictive pestilence
You are pitting your death in the scene
In the name of a native instinct
You're unfolding yourself as a beastIn the name of a priceless rising
You're denying aggressively
What's left of the men's conscience
What's left of the men's dreamsI've got tomorrow
I live it up
I crossed the damn road
I've overcomeAll dreams are in the storm
(Eternally into this world we're thrown)
All fear ascends your soul
(Eternally into this world we're thrown)Unreal, illusion
We're the virtual hostage onesOnce
We were
As a child
In love
And the signs
Of new times
Make us feel
In hellAll dreams are in the storm
(Eternally into this world we're thrown)
All fear ascends your soul
(Eternally into this world we're thrown)Unreal, illusion
We're the virtual hostage onesOnce
We were
As a child
in love
And the signs
of new times
Make us feel
In hellAll dreams are in the storm
(Eternally into this world we're thrown)
All fear ascends your soul
(Eternally into this world we're thrown)Unreal, Illusion
We're the virtual hostage ones