So they promised you the stars
The happiness of your distant hopes
But as you tried to catch the moon
Its silver cape slipped through your fingers
Fake was the dawn of their morality
And now you are drowning from
the flow of your emotions
...of your emotions
When all is none
There is a miracle for every soul,
an easy way to lose control
The puppeteer and his dolls
entertain the frantic crowd
Invisible lands
your stolen laughs
When all is none
Invisible lands
your stolen laughs
When all is none
When all is none
Who would be
the most competent guardian
for you
than yourself?
Always in range,
under detention
even in your sleep!
Your life a white chalk on a small blackboard.
Your life a white chalk on a small blackboard.
Your life a white chalk on a small blackboard.
Your life a white chalk on a small blackboard.
When all is none
Die
When all is none
(Ας ανεβάσω και μια μεταλιά.
Οι στίχοι του Σωτήρη τα λένε πολύ ωραία. Είναι... κάπως έτσι.
Το γράψαμε, όπως και το Revolution DNA στη Σουηδία το 2002.
Άλλο ένα πολυτάραχο καλοκαίρι.)
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