Birds In Row Actus Fidei
And we will burn our brains. We all finally do that:
walking in line, sitting around the auto-da-fé.
Technology's screaming and everybody's listening. Pawns
conscious of being pawns, with wild open ears. We keep
singing the praises of a system running by drowning its
billions legs. On and on and on we're feeding it. I'm
staying away from a game lost before it starts. No, i
won't play my life to toss. Those coins are two-head
faced and gambling's never been my thing. And i keep
hoping lights are made to be seen, but it seems we only
care about our f..cking screens, when we're not hiding
behind the memories of better days. We keep wasting our
voice when noone's listening.
