Lagu ini diciptain sama om Downey dan masuk ke album “The
Futurist”, lagunya bagus juga. Silahkan...
All of
this ends
My
mountain outlast the summer
Father
gave us a number
Our very
own
All of my
friends
All of my
so-called brothers
We are
dying
We are
tired
And if
you think that
The
simple solution is
Retribution
Please… breathe
Freeze-dried
amends
Scalding
insinuations
Why am I
standing?
Is this
my home?
All of my
trees
That bend
to be heard are missing
Where are
the brides?
Why aren’t
they kissing?
And if
you think I’m
Apocalyptic or
Cold
and cryptic
Please… never leave
Hang on
4x
Little
clownz
You might
just turn the world around
There are
just words
This is
my contribution
Unfit for
evolution
Silly and
pure
There is
a sound
Under the
darkest winter
I am sure
I rest
assures
And if
you think you hear
Yourself
screaming
Feel me
dreaming
More… feel more
More...
Hang on
4x
Little
clownz
You might
just turn the world around
Hang on...
Little
clownz
You might
just turn the world around
You might
just turn the world around
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