IRC-Galleria

Can you hear it.
It's not a war they said
Can you smell it?
It's just a change instead

Do you feel peaucier?
With your very mundane hate
You feel concerned about safety
But the plague is set to desecrate

Oh, Total Eclipe, came for Our Sun
He's dead our Son
He's dead

Oh, Total Eclipse, end of the run
Dead Europa
you're dead!

You think God's a square
No religion they said
Trying to hide the scare
Of what's coming ahead

Can't you feel it in the air?
It is freedom they said
And you are too dead to care
About this final spread

We are poor homeless nobodies
Fallen idols wannabees
Streetfighting alcohol and narcotics
Too old to be your next one-shot rockstar kid
Yet too bored to care about all that shit
Still, the gun is loaded, don't be self-assured

There's one bullet left for each of us
Black tux, everybody hates us
Middle finger on the trigger
Get in the klub, motherfucker

Did you get arrested in Geneva?
Spread chaos in Venezia?
Have you been drinking with the Polish Mafia?
Or talking shit to Vegas' police?

Get in the klub, we're fucking invisible!
Get in the klub, we're fucking invincible!

We are poor homeless nobodies
Fallen idols wannabees
Streetfighting alcohol and narcotics

Too old to care, too bored to care

Paska pila, hyvä idea.