Some fist rained,
another heavy fell off,
they must realize we're close.
Th illusion as flag,
and preparing the action.
That sanity has no offer.
That with animal instinct you know
there are lot's of beasts to tame,
that's why they die standing.
Putting the heart without asking,
having clear why you bite;
because that dust won't forget.
Sometimes they want to run,
it's something natural
because their norms live in the fear.
He comes to steps on the flowers;
and they bloom again,
and camuflate in many ways.
Now with rabid hands they are
forging a new reason to be,
a new destiny to reach.
A wind tumbles his pedestal,
where he knew to quench his thirst.
So much rebellious won't stand!
Some lip was split,
today another child cried,
and that side is not funny for me.
And now they break again,
and now they return again,
full of life, full of magic.
That with animal instinct you know
there are lot's of beasts to tame,
that's why they die standing.
A wind tumbles his pedestal,
where he knew to quench his thirst.
So much rebellious won't stand!
A wind tumbles his pedestal,
where he knew to quench his thirst.
So much rebellious won't stand!