Lletres:
Depressive Age

Oh how I hate the leader's voice A prisoner like me Quick looks through the window show me Gas towers in the dawn They seem to hang about the prison wall

We know some things are true and believe it is a lie At first we smile and when it's too late we just cry We know it's a lie and believe that it is true

Hear the whispers through the trees A giant scene senses this cold breeze No moon, no star looks through blackened clouds But a light waves in water now

In the synthetic clink flows Retron the moon milk drink Metamorphosis turns ravishing Liquid waves quard the bowl A star leads the Retron soul Cairo

Black flags with your fingers as their sign in the subways They show me the right path into your home, in the city's depth Down here are the villages

Push me through my mirror into lonely winternights I seek the hiding of my life out in the deepest woods, out on the coldest hills in a daze Sorry, Mr

streams from flesh to the hole's warm sides The animal reasons are going to strike For growing up in a warm cage Proud heads gliding in a new age

I've digged my dices in the corney of these street stones Now they shoot along the drain ground lights They join a gamble with the ground water to win

Hello my sailor! I am married now and I white you from Lyon, I drink no more, I smoke real less, you know 'cause I'm pregnant since you've been gone.