Tekst :

And there were future reflections
On the face and the hands
On a green colored island
On a primitive man
It was the future reflected
It felt familiar but new
A street was missing a building
The kids had something to do

There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
Red like a marker
So my tribe, with my knife
Cut the heart from a lonely life

I saw patterns on floorboards
Deep in the dust was a leader
Someone was walking on floorboards
Turned them from oak to cedar
He can assess the situation
I wrapped a string around my finger
Into the forest with the young ones
I don t expect to be a winner

But as long as you feel it
I m a believer
My heart is phosphor
Sea rolls and death tolls
Break the surface don t break my bones

Off of the trail and off of your hands and
Onto a new plan
Is the cost to stay lost
Forever in an empty skin
Pale and thin

If it s good, or if it s fortune, I can t tell
But pieces come together for some reason just as well
Their guns couldn t see us
There s a sea outside my door
And one day I ll appreciate
The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore

And remember what it felt like
To be alone
Sitting in the sunlight
All alone

When the season is turning
And my day has gone by
And to see my reflection
See it in your eyes
Know the day that s come now has gone by

And if you look now quite closely
You feel the sun start...

Mother, don t let me down
I ve been away but I m here, right now
And mother, don t let the past hunt you down
Cause I ve been away
well I m here right now
I ve been away, but I m here...

We run with the night
everybody knows we run with the night
we enforce in the night
everybody knows we enforce in the night
black enforcers
we enforce by the night
got got got no pity on you
if you don t know the handshake
we will know that you don t know the handshake
9 times against the...

I like the way you never sleep
And the promises you never keep
I like the way you say hello
And make it sound like time to go.

I like the scar above your lip
The way you let your feelings slip
But they are never what you feel

Savage freedom

It s the age of cvs
Contract to contract
And my stress levels rise
This is a job for life
(there are no jobs for life)
I am forced to a decision
I am forced to see the other side
I can see a way out of here
I can see a way out of here

Placards of prophets
And...