Boy selling papers Caught a glimpse behind the scenes Saw they had more Than he had ever dreamed Their suits were tailormade Their boots were shining
I remember, I recall Like it was yesterday As I drag the ball and chain Lifetime has gone, no parole There's no getaway Time be done, my dying day Doesn
The grin was not a smile, the wolf was not your friend The grip is not of love nor hate It's got you on your knees, it's whispering in your head It'll
The wind's blowing ashes The sky's filled with dust Too scared to run But God knows we must Missed our last ride to a safe haven Caught in a landslide
Do you like what you see? Do you like what you see? I was taking off, I was leaving ground I was rocketing the blue skies With my engines roaring It
Among the masses raging on a balcony He talks about a paradise not meant for all His voice is spreading poison That target generation who never get old
Like fallen leaves, victims of time Memories of old times, wind blows, they fly Forgotten promises, someone else's dreams It wasn't you, it wasn't me,
I have drifted along the rivers Now I've found my destiny Of my sins, I can be delivered I have felt, I've caused this dream Dying like September Fear
See the skies See the sheep, the clouds, the meadow Learning new wonders every day See the woods Tune your ears to the sounds of nature I hope that when
Some said, it's nothing but a story Some swore, it's all just old man's fairy tales Beware, she's come to claim her glory Here comes the stormchild Behold
Slow conscience Your shade is compromised You called it your life from the start I saw signs of the climb Your shade is compromised Watch your step,
dawn aim to place With shades on the leverage of Shade, shade, shade The leverage of, the leverage of Space, shade, shade The leverage of, the leverage
faith the leverage of space, start, chains, the fallen angel plays, with shapes, ahhh, the leverage of, shame, shame, shame, the leverage of, leverage
Vertaling: Snit The Sky. Hefboom.
Vertaling: Red Hot Chili Peppers. Hefboom van die ruimte.
the red scare that was for the people the money and power that was for you the profits of death the profits of war your spoils alone no security and
