Watching the decoys of all description Sparkle of color creating diversion The liars are out, they have all the assets Crawling for oil, they were bleeding
the bodies go by barely half awake Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come It's such a nice environment I'm in I wonder why I'm here and
industrial bathwater, my wine Imbalance induces hate How will you breach the gap Between the endless buffet [Incomprehensible] I have I feel hate, I feel hate I feel hate, I
quite right [Incomprehensible] Noise turns darker, the moments pass But the drums keep thundering in familiar way Outside the legions, multiply By and by, I
if awaiting sunlight that may never come In time, we face ourselves with all our faults and fears Now that I know the final conflict is within I recognize
, I'm living in the eighties, I push Eighties, I'm living Eighties, I'm living in the eighties, I struggle Eighties, I'm living Eighties, I'm living Eighties, I
) Now see the ball is rolling We take delight, it's been a long wait for this moment. Back to square one, another empire backfire Back to square one
) Follow the leaders Follow the leaders (Look at the leaders) Time moves on and then you notice The ground starts to tremble beneath your feet Man killed
1,2,3 No mistake where they always emphasize security Draw the curtains, shut the door, the heater's on I couldn't ask for more I pull the sheets
We must play our lives like soldiers in the field The life is short, I'm running faster all the time Strength and beauty destined to decay So cut the
Man watching city fall The clock keeps on ticking He doesn't know why He's just cattle for slaughter The requiem The requiem The requiem When the meaningful
You're alone in the pack, you're feeling like you wanna go home You're feeling life's finished but you keep on going, the reason is there You won't find
We watch them going nowhere, kicking the football No purpose, the point boys in oblivion Or play games so child like, they want to win Look out my windowsill
out It's a wardance, a wardance We walk round the pitch, honesty is sick Try to be honest, look what you get The food runs short and then the money talks One
, 'cos it's nightmare time Every direction leading to the same place I wonder who chose the color scheme it's very nice I wonder who chose the color scheme