Is it a flame inside of me? A crazy situation for the liberty… I am the clown, the ghost, the refugee With nobody to reassure, but don’t worry! I am the anger in the street, You wouldn’t have me as a gift… And if I die before awake, Please remember me like a fake!
There a bright spot in my fall, No one give a feedback of my call. I am the drop, the wind, the mad fury With nothing to realize my futility! I am the anger into the sky, Because my heart is going dry! But if I die before awake, Please remember me like a fake…
Oh no!
Remember me your dreams If everything is going for the liberty But you have just a dream of fucking life And everything is boring when I nevermind! Love from above just gone, just gone again, When you are just throwing one’s money down the drain! You are in love, in love, in love with me, If everything is slowing down the liberty… Oh no! …my liberty? Oh no!