Die in 1997 - Re-tros
Ah the poet jumps
Out of the window
Like a falling bomb
Over my shoes
There're 10000 voices
Would be cutted off
The newspaper reported
It in the subway home
In the subway
It's a holiday
It comes always so late
The unknown mission
Makes the eyes insane
When the plague were coming
The emotion already to leave
When the riot were coming
So many brains start to think
What happen to me
Ah can you fell the breath
It's from a beat under your skin
It brings a wild sensation in 1977
The tape machine repeat
The same word with different language
The lonely face behind the freak is no pain
Pretending nothing was wrong
When the life failed just go on
Nothing was wrong
When you push me in the grashes sad
Just say
I hear some tape
The tape machine repeat the same word
With different language
I see
The lonely face behind the freak is no pain
Pretending nothing was wrong
When the life failed just go on
Nothing was wrong
When you push me can you help me
Nothing was wrong
When you push me in the grashes sad
Nothing was wrong
Nothing was wrong
Could you give me a chance again baby please
Don't you push me into the chaos aha
A new son of b**ch is coming
To the world today
He's so smart like a cat
And so cold like a snake today
Pretending nothing was wrong
When the life failed just go on
Nothing was wrong
When you push me in the grashes sad
Nothing was wrong
The tape machine repeat the same word
With different language
Nothing was wrong
The lonely face behind the freak is no pain
I hear
The tape machine repeat the same word
With different language
I see
The lonely face behind the freak is no pain
I hear
The tape machine repeat the same word
With different language
I see
The lonely face behind the freak is no pain
