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Twenty Three Minutes

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Slowly walking down the hangar
I'm gonna wake up the monster
Big brother is watching you, liar
It's time to rise against the ceasefire

No goal to reach or live for
In the suburbs of worker's town
For guys like me there's no compassion

The more I think the more I'm awake
people are all using my words
Illusion of happiness, it's only a fake
Not able to fight anymore, the things are getting worse

Please park your car when you hear my engine roar
'Cause I'm driving my tank to the big town hall
Please park your car when you hear my engine roar
'Cause I'm driving my tank to the big town hall

Hunted by high-spheres, conflicts and drugs
Helicopters flying low, too many coincidences
Seeing reality behind the smoke of amphetamine
I'm getting disturbed, let's have it all in the open

Please park your car when you hear my engine roar
'Cause I'm driving my tank to the big town hall
Please park your car when you hear my engine roar
'Cause I'm driving my tank to the big town hall
Twenty Three Minutes

# Posté le lundi 09 mars 2009 07:38

Modifié le dimanche 09 août 2009 04:58

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