Propaganda

From ashes of their own mistake The masses rise against their control How have they made it thus far? Programmed to slave and to obey Leave behind all your typical emotions Now is the time for a change of the world We don't have the power but still w

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?

I've, I've been a victim of your love Like many before, so many before You, you strangled me with all your charms I yearned for more, I'm yearning for more I'm charging you with murder The fire of love's dying down But in the face of the verdict I'm

Chasing after passing visions Chasing after passing visions and traces buried by the tide Chasing after passing visions and traces buried by the tide hunting for the bygone picture reviving phantoms of the past hunting for a bygone picture chasing af

one box for optimism forget the world, take this break and dance the drums are stained with blood don't look at this disaster if you want my advice, take this break and dance sweet secret sense of sin sweet secret sense of rhythm sweet secret sense o

Motor Power - force - motion - drive Power - force - motion - drive Power - force - motion - drive Power - force - motion - drive Propaganda - On joyless lanes we walk in lines a calm but steady flow. Accompanied by loud commands our strength is runn

It took ten years to realize Why the angel stopped crying When you sail on down the lane Your happy smile, your funny name It's so hopeless to define When you jump to close the blinds You know I'd help you if I could but Both my arms are made of wood

No guardian angel over me Just a nuclear bomb And I can sense the danger here But my sense of fear is gone Restless blood pumps my restless heart This will be no silent night The spirit of the new dark age Revealed by artificial light There's no retu

Eye to eye stand winners and losers Hurt by envy, cut by greed Face to face with their own disillusion The scars of old romances still on their cheeks And when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death Just have been lies the memories of gone

Why does it hurt when my heart misses the beat? The man without shadow promises you the world Tell him your dreams and fanatical needs He's buying them all with cash Sell him your soul, sell him your soul, sell him your soul Never look back, never lo

1-2-3-4!! Eye to eye stand winners and losers hurt by envy, cut by greed face to face with their own disillusion the scars of old romances still on their cheeks and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death just have been lies the memorie

Why Don't You Get A Life And Grow Up Why Don't You Realize That You're Fucked Up Why Criticize What You Don't Understand Why Change My Words, You're So Afraid You Think You Have The Right To Put Me Down Propaganda Hides Your Scum Face To Face You Don