Soul Conditions - Plastic People (Live at KWIR Festival) | Текст песни

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• Soul Conditions
• Plastic People (Live at KWIR Festival)

We lost control,
We've got nothing to say.
Big Brother told:
We've got to turn into grey.

The march of slaves
Or the humanity crowd.
Too much disgrace
In thinking out loud.

Radio in my head,
Say "hello" but you're dead.
Plastic men turn into rat,
Noone thinks, obeys instead.
We got the bullet to the head.

Hey, close your ears
And hurry, open your eyes.
Forget your fears,
Erase all of your files.

Walk through the rain
To find the answer of life.
Through fire and pain,
The hope is always alive.

Radio in my head,
Say "hello" but you're dead.
Plastic men turn into rat,
Noone thinks, obeys instead.
We got the bullet to the head.