Cold Night For Alligators Canaille
We are the weight and the useless
We count hours instead of days
Lucid dreaming is the only path, only serene path
We were not build to be useless
We were not made to be others' trash
Participation is given, not to be, not to be forced
We scream out our lungs
A desirable wish
These are the words, the words
Trembling hands
Dirty water flumes down our faces
These are the words, words, trembling hands
Electric minds are a fusion
Assume characters will last
Humanoid perception, pills are
Pills are stacked
Not just collateral damage
No, we are here, standing tall
Let the stories be changed
Not all are, not all are the same
We scream out our lungs
A desirable, desirable wish
These are the words
The words trembling hands
Dirty water flumes down our faces
These are the words
The words trembling hands
We, we were meant to control the self
Dirty water flumes down our faces
These are the words
The words trembling hands
