After opening your head We see what's been moving you Your untiring tries to hold To your unfaithomable ideas What you couldn't render hearable Until all of your unfinished songs were
Gone gone gone But the shiny years are over Gone Irreplacable
You should be out there in the streets Marching rioting... You should be out there in the streets Not here In your infinite excuse
Why fear what's your engine? Why fear what's your engine? You should celebrate To be alive You should celebrate The wall of hate That keeps your mind apart
