' (...)
Well I'm not stoned
I'm just fucked up
I got so high I can't stand up
I'm not cursed' cause I've been blessed
I'm not in love' cause I'm a mess
Like refugees
We're lost like refugees
Like refugees
We're lost like Refugees
The brutality of reality
Is the freedom that keeps me from
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
of another place and time
Where my familys from
Singing
I can hear them singing
When the rain had washed away
All theses scattered dreams
Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline
Laughter
There is no more laughter
songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground'
btw, o novo cd está mt bom. Em setembro não posso estar pobre =p
assim assim, a dar para o bom