Превод: В борба с безредиците Преди. Fists погребан в джобове.
So he works the fields from 5 to 9 Plus any job that he can find Saves up all his money, sends it to his family Before he falls asleep at night A thousand
The fire ignites my imaginative fear, Burning the reasons for why I am here, Alone in the groans of despair. The thousands applaud just as I did before
Well I'm not gonna call you right now, Cuz that feels too much like begging Well I'm not one for begging No no no no no I am an island I won't admit
The light on the wall from the candle?s flame Defies all the books filled with old cliches Though I didn?t doubt the veracity Of flickering belief
The venue is filled floor to ceiling with smoke So tonight I'm walking these streets all alone Fists buried in pockets, clenched against the persisting
Tonight they will be cheering Tonight champagne corks will fly Tonight they're celebrating Confetti falls blue red and whit the Elected giving speeches
A scientist a golden age Impending finitude of progression made And the doom of knowing knowing's limits That they could come any day A selfish wish
This is my life This is the death of me This is the air I breathe, the food I eat, everything sustaining This is sabotage and it is poisoning A blackened
Repeat like the beat of a a dance floor hold out for the grace of a discord there's a signal flare flying high in the air right above where the survivors
Pages filled cover the floor all covered up with ink Words written over coffee document my struggling Those mornings spent sitting alone mourning alone
in the largest of oceans Through unceasing motion I'll cling to the constants Sunrise and the sunset Tempered yet unquiet With fists buried in pockets