Gone Gone Gone

After opening your head

We see what's been moving you

Your untiring tries to hold

To your unfaithomable ideas

What you couldn't render hearable

Until all of your unfinished songs were

Gone gone gone

But the shiny years are over

Gone

Irreplacable

You should be out there in the streets

Marching rioting...

You should be out there in the streets

Not here

In your infinite excuse

Why fear what's your engine?

Why fear what's your engine?

You should celebrate

To be alive

You should celebrate

The wall of hate

That keeps your mind apart