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WALL
04:04
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the colour of my room wall
became the colour of my routine
it used to be the warm spring morning
but now they appear as miserable as me
then you've crossed the door
like an autumn rain
never meant to stay
just leaving a shadow on the walls of my room
the world is full of kings and queens
who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
the world is full of beauty and filth
choosing the right one is the reward itself
I've locked the room
and forgot where I've hidden the keys
it's much easier here inside
than fighting these demons all the time
but I am now a better man
I saw what was drawn aside from myself
the vision is clear, I can define my aim
it's long me marching without a fear
it's still hard to fall asleep
lying in cold stone grave
a statue for wasted dreams
I am no longer the victim
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2. |
THE AVIATOR
03:38
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never underestimate the power
of your own
inmost
courageous
dreams
nobody can ever tell you what's the best for your self-order
forget all the bullshit that they represent
and don't you ever dare to live one elses expectation
create the reality under your view
and don't you ever mind they can't accept your choice
take me to the western sky, to the eastern mist
where hope dies last
take me to the southern tide, to the northern flood
where my name forever remains
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3. |
GRANICE PT I
02:27
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na ulice naszych miast ktoś wypuścił wściekłe psy
mówią kogo kochać i jak mamy żyć
podcięli nam skrzydła, gdy chcieliśmy wzbić się w powietrze
wmówili, że dobre jest to co szary ma odcień
w symbolach mamy pokładać wiarę, nie w sobie
i klękać mieliśmy przed nim nie wiedząc czy naprawdę istnieje
my młodzi wkurwieni straciliśmy cierpliwość
my młodzi wkurwieni czujemy się oszukani
zmieliliśmy marzenia na kajdany z krawatów
kotwicą u stóp stały się szklane wieże
powierzyliśmy swoją przyszłość cyfrom na wielkich ekranach
a rozszarpią nas dla korzyści chciwe, czarne marynarki
nie łapiemy za bagnety na ulicach
szukamy rewolucji w głowach
przestańcie nami tak spekulować
nasza przyszłość to nie towar
my młodzi wkurwieni straciliśmy cierpliwość
my młodzi wkurwieni czujemy się oszukani
co dobre jest wybierzemy sami
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4. |
GRANICE PT II
01:28
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nigdy więcej
złamanych obietnic
nigdy więcej
niedotrzymanych słów
nigdy więcej
okłamywania w twarz
nigdy więcej
zmarnowanych szans
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5. |
DAWN
02:19
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the reflection in your mirror
what does it say?
what can you tell
from the look of your terrified eyes?
mindless wrath, pointless hatered
it's your armour for the world
your limited mind can't comprehend
what makes us human is the fact
we can see brothers and sisters in those among us
we are the compassionate hearts
our minds are beyond all prejudice
every breath has the same value
every smile is the greatest gift
the walls you've built are about to collapse
release your vision and rethink
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6. |
BOHEMIAN GROVE
04:28
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indifferent
I won't be indifferent
I am my own god
we have got ourselves to the times of despair
when tears on our face are sign of weakness
I'm consuming the freedom, digesting the lies
proclaming the way of living my life
traveling salesman will give me the reason
to doubt if the fortune is ever coming back
if the dead kings keep winning still making them smile
we won't see the sun, we won't live with pride
my name is hypocrit, my name is greed
my name is liar, I am a cheat
I've got the guilt on my hands and adle eyes
look all around the fault is ours
for what is worth
I'm going to stand up still
question everything
and never doubt
one nation under mind
if we won't change the balance
so crucial to our times
we'll keep crawling like beggars
until we die
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7. |
PARALLEL
03:31
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I used to bite my toungue
and stand on a side but I've had enough
I'm tired and I'm down
I'm sick of this place, I'm sick of these fake smiles
that comforts only the unworthy ones
the values that has no value now
ask me if this is the place to be
no longer my answer is straight
cowards never start
the weak never finish
the winners never quit
sometimes I hate all my friends
they tend to be so selfish in a way I can't stand
sometimes I like to feel nobody cares
it brings silence, it calms me down
I am strangled looking for a place
to rest my eager head upon the dark waves
upon sorrowed eyes of a woman
cowards never start
the weak, they never finish
the winners, they never quit
we have no boundaries
to keep us on the leash
like animals we're living up with ignorance
I'm tired from pulling that rope
the routine has to stop
no one deserves such amusement
if only for my hands
we could almost celebrate our victory
upon life corners
upon our darkest ghosts
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8. |
HART ISLAND
03:03
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we've reached the highest peaks of our progress
yet we remain deaf for the voices of the suffer and the need
we devour our pride among those who wait for us to be finally
awaken
awaken
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