Tekster:
Nevermore The Politics Of Ecstacy

Learning ways to fly, just never too high to die, pushing limits into the ground Until I never come down Burning through lifetimes without form, pure

All passenger prepare the game ritual: There once was a man on this train, he was born into this world alone Hands never laid on the wheel, content, he

left us nothing Choking on the influx of technology I realize the politics of ecstasy Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these: Freedom's never free, the politics

I think therefore I am, I live and so I wonder, programmed this empath me And I see no religion The circle never ends,the purpose never changes face

On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine, he was unarmed with focused mind Deflance glared down the barrel of the gun pointed from a tank in tiananmen