Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog.
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God.
Walk towards the small town lightsfelt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anythingcan never fail.
The will to powerthe force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitchplay it for realfour billion spectators look on;
Judginganalysinglosing; sinkingswimmingstrivinglongingfailing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sateforces of fate.
A polemica sharp cuttera fashiona spirita simplicity.
The only choicethe only voicein the darkness.
The only choicethe only voice.
1933where are you now? Where are the broken bottles?
Where s the toffs slumming it?
Where s the fanaticism? Where s truth and beauty?
Walk towards the small town lightsfelt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anythingcan never fail.
The will to powerthe force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitchplay it for realfour billion spectators look on;
Judginganalysinglosing; sinkingswimmingstrivinglongingfailing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sateforces of fate.
A polemica sharp cuttera fashiona spirita simplicity.
The only choicethe only voicein the darkness.
The only choicethe only voice.
1933where are you now? Where are the broken bottles?
Where s the fanaticism? Where s truth and beauty?
Where s truth and beauty? ...

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