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- You are the meteor that doesn't encounter the planet...
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- And the life sharpens you like a knife.
Your possesion's getting wilder.
They are in doubt of what you've done,
Your bike is losing rider.
Also you will hear from them such
Words as "die", "give up", "surrender".
You are in this situation
From September 'till September.
The insides lies, you're outside
Of your real world, of what you are,
What you love, and what you live for
And you are looking nice,
Though feeling not so,
Feeling not so,
You are looking nice...
On a motorway I was like a rain
Driving through the night.
I phoned you, You didn't pick up
Your mobile phone.
Red lights flashed, I didn't stop.
I was hurrying to meet you.
I wasn't lucky, and I fell
In the darkness tale.
Before my plain crashed
I was looking for a place where
We could make our garden
And where we could grow our plants.
I tried to find location
For your god damn celebration.
You dropped in me a stone
Now I am here alone...
Island of army of ironic idols
The sun is on fire
And trying to hide it
The Fire, the Fire, the Fire, the Fire (I'm dying here)
The Fire, the Fire, the Fire, the Fire (I'm already dead. Yeah)
The heart is the baloon. It explodes.
You're wearing mask, don't lose it.
Are you're really sad again, my dear,
Can't believe you choose it.
Darling, darling, baby, baby,
Don't you know that they can't stab me.
I am fine and you will be, just higher jump
Like you're white rabbit.
You are the meteor that doesn't
Encounter the planet and live the life without
Crushing and turning to the stones.
You have my chest in your hands...
Can you feel that it's sad?
The chest made of iron with the
Heart made of gold.
Island of army of ironic idols
The sun is on fire
And trying to hide it
The Fire, the Fire, the Fire, the Fire (I'm dying here)
The Fire, the Fire, the Fire, the Fire (I'm already dead. Yeah)
On a motorway I was like a rain
Driving through the night.
I phoned you, You didn't pick up
Your mobile phone.
Red lights flashed, I didn't stop.
I was hurrying to meet you.
I wasn't lucky, and I fell
In the darkness tale.
Before my plain crashed
I was looking for a place where
We could make our garden
And where we could grow our plants.
I tried to find location
For your god damn celebration.
You dropped in me a stone
Now I am here alone...
I live to tell the tale which is not heard.
And I enjoy listening to me scratching my beard.
Player one, press start, player two, press start,
Player three, press start, player four, you're free like bird.
And even if I am rude, I'm still that hero
Who doesn't want to fight...
I've lost my friends, I have no power,
But still, I have to fight...
But please don't see the fails of people
While you don't see your own.
Stop the wars for money
If you have them too much.
Don't see the fails of people even
Seeing your own.
Don't listen to him,
He is not judge.
It was the year of the discovery
And I don't know why are you covering me
With that shit.
I tell the good tale but you're still angry at me.
Maybe cause you want to tell that tale.
"I turn ice to the water,
I turn wood to the ash.
I turn water to the steam,
Cause I'm Fire, I need Cash.
See that guy? He's my boss.
I like him because
He's the one who saved
Me when I was slaved."
Island of army of ironic idols
The sun is on fire
And trying to hide it
The Fire, the Fire, the Fire, the Fire
The Fire, the Fire, the Fire, oh-oh...